and yet another.

And after some Facebook sleuthing, I get the impression that he is more hateful and set in his ways than ever. Being his friend when he was that sort of person was exhausting.

At the time of our falling-out, I didn’t know quite why things were disintegrating and why I felt so strongly about not trying to put it all back together. My guess now is that God and my own instinct were combining to save myself from a lot of grief down the road. I’m feeling quite thankful for that.

Also: I’m sure he would find me equally frustrating as a friend if our friendship had continued, so it’s not as though he’s a jerk and I’m an angel. We’ve both got our junk, and our junk is not compatible or even tolerable for the other.