any friend of the devil is a friend of mine

When you’re in a relationship and you break up—it’s hard, very hard. And your friends, and family, and co-workers can commiserate. But what about when you’re in a friendship and you break up? Relationships, both platonic and romantic, have their ups and downs and the people involved in said relationships may not always want to stick it out—but I guess if it’s worth fighting for you try to stick around during those rainy days so you can enjoy the sunny ones. All this brings me to this: Someone who I have been friends with for a long while has more or less decided he can’t and/or doesn’t want me popping in and out of his life anymore. We’ve had our ups and downs. I hated him for a while and he hated me back. I was also in love with him for a while and I can’t speak for him, but at some point I think he felt the same or similar. But things are very sour between us right now—with the blame finger pointed at me. I feel bad. There’s really no other way to describe it. I just feel bad about the whole thing. I don’t want to lose him, but I think part of my resentment and hostility towards him has to do with the fact that he cut me out of his life for the last year while he became absorbed in a new girlfriend. I knew that it would happen, but I was frustrated nonetheless. And I guess I just expected things to pick up where they left off more than a year ago and when that didn’t happen I had a teeny little emotional fit…which has taken the form of picking fights with him. So he’s decided he’s fed up with me and I’m still irritated at him; so I’ve erased him from my phone and all other electronic devices… no more calling, or texting, or Facebook or whatever. I will put him out of my mind. Enough is, as we say, enough. Enough.

Artists can color the sky red because they know it’s blue. Those of us who aren’t artists must color things the way they really are or people might think we’re stupid. --Jules Feiffer