I wasn't planing on doing this challenge, until a this morning.

There was an event that happened over the summer, that was rather nasty, with a girl who I used to be friends with. This morning, something happened again.

I will also not be "yelling at her" because I can't fathom actually saying them to her. I will just explain the situation instead.

I will not be using her real name, I will instead call her Erida.

To me honest, I feel slightly guilty about writing this, but I need to. I ask for no judgement please. If you know me in my personal life, I beg you not to read.

Erida had done numerous things to make me uncomfortable. She was unsympathetic about people's heath, mentally and physically, even going as far as to tell me that my friends suicide attempt (that put them in the hospital) was going to disturb her day because everyone was going to talk about it.

I have mental disorders that make it so I need more time after big trips or events to recover. She often disregarded that fact and tried to repeatedly tell me to go do something with her because it had been such a long time sense we did that particular thing. When I would tell her no, (and include why I could not.) She would tell me that I was being unreasonable and that I should just come anyway. (This also happened after an upsetting theater event that I needed time to get over. The day after it happened she texted me and I told her I couldn't come, she then called me and told me that I needed to come because she really wanted to hang out and I was the only person who wouldn't come.)

Then, in June, Erida had said something to one of our friends. (about her physical heath and needing alternate transport) that had really upset her. I had, of course, taken the friends side. When confronted Erida had said that she was "just trying to be sympathetic."

After that event, my anxiety around her began to get worse and worse. I was trying to find a way to politely confront her about it, but until then try to act as normal as possible.

Erida caught on though. She texted me about it, say that I was hurting her feeling because I always acted tense around her. She asked what she had done.

I tried to politely tell her what was making me uncomfortable, and that I just needed some space and that I didn't know if I wanted to be friends anymore.

She responded saying that she didn't remember all the stuff that she had done.

I thought she had understood what I had said, and that she was sorry and would give me some space.

Turns out that wasn't right.

Two week later. She texted me angry that I hadn't spoken to her and that what she had done didn't warrant me treating her that way.

What the f*ck?

I was upset, and I didn't know how to respond. I didn't even want to respond, but she clearly felt the need for one.

I left it for a day, and then got my older sister, who knew about Erida's bitchy behavior.

My sister read over my text message and told me that it was "too polite." and that I had been saying that I was allowing her to put the blame about what she had done on myself.

My sister helped me write out what my friend had done to make me feel the way I had. It was a rather blunt letter, but that was the only way I could tell her where she would understand what she had done. We sent it. At the end it said that I didn't think we could be friends, at least for now, and that I was sorry it had to end this way.

She didn't respond.

We didn't talk.

All our mutral friends found out. Only the one who had confronted her first stayed close friends with me. The other stayed with Erida. My parents were not happy with me. They said I should have stayed friends with Erida.

When the school year started, we ended up in a class together.

This morning we were waiting for the door to the classroom to open. I was just trying to be polite. I asked her if her day was going well.

She told me that we shouldn't talk to each other. That I hurt her feelings over the summer.

What the literal f*ck?

Mind you, there were plenty of time over the year that she had asked me how my day was going. I had told her and that had been the end of it. She has asked me questions, and I had responded nicely.

Now I can't stop thinking that she didn't even get the point of me ending our friendship. She had been toxic as f*ck. She hurt people I cared about. I had allowed her to hurt me for months. She had destroyed a lot of my self confidence with her rude comments and bitchy attitude.

I know she probably didn't mean for me to get all worked up over it this morning. She probably was just uncomfortable.

To be honest, I didn't handle it well. I cut her off when she was trying to explain why she didn't want to talk to me anymore. I told her, "If you don't want to talk to me anymore, that is fine." I said it in the middle of her explaining herself.

The whole ordeal made me feel like a bitchy asshole. It made me feel like an asshole not only for what I did this morning, but for what I did in June.