My two best friends went to the beach together and didn't ask me, after years and years of being the "3 Musketeers". I was told that one of their parents had said that he could only invite "one person". On the way to the beach they were in a horrific car wreck and died. I still wish they would have cared enough to ask me to go, even though they both died that day and even if I would have died too. And other days I am glad they are dead because it hurt so much to find out after all those years that I didn't mean as much to them as they meant to me. Now, I am just numb, and I have never truly trusted anyone since. I don't know how to be a friend or have friends. I don't know how if my pain is centered more on the loss or more on the hurt of my awful realization. Please help.
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