<human>: You almost sound accusing when you ask why I have a not-so-great view toward being your friend now. You said something so ridiculous the other day, but it made me aware of how little you actually understand things. Something to the effect of, me not wanting anything to do with you, now that I wouldn't be getting a husband out of it.

I wasn't in it for anything like that, just for you. You intrigued me and you made me feel like you were really somebody who I wanted to get to know, and who I wanted in my life. You told me that story about the poor good guy, always finishing last and having his heart trampled. I don't even know what was true anymore, but as I can only speak for myself, there's nothing attractive or endearing about being trampled on (over and over, right on the vulnerabilities).

You tell me that I was the best friend you've ever had and you really don't want to lose me, but conversely, I've never had any interest in being friends with people who think that lying to me, and taking advantage of me, is a viable option. I would literally rather never see somebody again than consider them a friend who I can't have my back to, lest it be stabbed.

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<bot>: I gave you so many chances to treat me with common decency, I don't think that holding my conditional patience against me is very fair. O, how conditional we do find things to be.