"I get knocked down, but I get up again"

Yesterday after 6 hours of crying, raging, Facebook posts (oops) and more crying, I finally gathered the courage and messaged Craig:

“Hey Craig, I’m sorry but being your friend is too damn expensive. I’ve given you a total of $530 now and I know I’ll never see it again so consider it a goodbye gift. The most expensive one I’ve ever given. You’ve broken my heart. I trusted you! I don’t want to be friends any more. I’m not messaging you again after this. Stay safe, be well. Bye”

A moment later, Craig’s name lights up my phone screen.

I press the red button and cut the call off.

He rings again.

And again.

And again.

After TWENTY THREE missed calls (now my anxiety is through the roof!!!) he texts “please answer my call”

Broken, I text back “Please stop it. Please leave me alone”

5 more missed calls.

I’m shaking as I blog this, the encounter shook me up so badly.

“Pick up, Janet” Craig texts again.

I ASKED YOU TO STEP OFF, BRUH.

“I literally can’t afford to” I text back.

“Please don’t stop being my friend” he responds “I would be devastated to lose you”

Angry now, I type out “Prove it. Pay me ALL my money back. THEN we’ll talk”

And silence.

No more calls.

No pleading messages.

Just shattered pieces of glass where my trust used to be.