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What do you do when your abuser’s best friend asks for a favor?
I really don’t know.
I have moved on in a lot of ways, but there is still one issue that remains: I have a lot of mutual friends with a certain someone.
I have never told this group of people about what happened. I don’t even see them anymore.
But in the digital age, they’re still on my buddy list.
So I’ll do the rational thing and blog about it.
(Not rational, I know, but it’s all I can think of.)
Today, a situation presented itself where, if things panned out, I would be working with a certain someone’s best friend.
The very idea brought back anxiety I hadn’t felt in a long time. I knew I couldn’t do it.
I couldn’t work with someone so close to him…with the possibility that his name would come up every single day. With not knowing if it would.
No. No way.
This leaves me trapped. I could unfriend all our mutual friends…people who didn’t do anything to me, whose only sin is they happen to know someone who did something messed up to me.
I could tell them what happened…and open myself up to ridicule. To not being believed. To having to talk about it and open up wounds that…
