No more.

I don't consider myself better than anyone.

I don't consider myself worse.

I have my ups.

I have my downs.

But there is something you need to consider.

I am a true friend.  I will never tell you that I can't listen to you.  I will never tell you that I have to go.  I will NEVER call you and tell you my problems and not listen to yours.

So why is it, that you feel that it is absolutely NO PROBLEM to call me and unload your problems onto me and then suddenly have to go when you are finished?

In what world is that fair?  In what world is it in any way right for you to call me and tell me about the worst moments of your life but never ever once to ask if I'm okay???

You have someone there somewhere that can wrap you in their arms and make your bad day go away for even a few minutes.  But me, I have no one that will do that for me.  And because you thought it was peachy to unload your problems on me, I am now having a doubly bad day.

But you wouldn't know that.

Because you had to go.

And you won't talk to me again until you have some more crap you need to unload.

In what world, what reality do you live in?  It seems like a crappy place if the cardinal rule is thou shall make thy friend feel like crap for no other reason than misery loves company.

Enough.  No more.  I'm done.

I never tell anyone I can't talk to them.

I never tell anyone I don't want to hear it.

I am a true friend.

But this true friend is drawing her line.

So if you get my voicemail from time to time but not a call back, this is your notice.

I will always be a true friend but I'm choosing not to be your dumping ground.

Not anymore.