A Person, Not a Thing
Well, all throughout our friendship he treated me like dirt… I should have seen it, but I was in the middle of… being passionately hugged against my will… and I just wanted someone who cared… anyway…
After years of mental and emotional abuse he finally did something that broke any compassion for him in my mind.
I had come out as transgender, and he would not let me around anyone he associated with anymore. Then he asked my brother, and I quote, “How can you live there with that… thing??? It’s disgusting how that monster thinks, isn’t it???” I lost it, and just left…
The worst thing? My brother didn’t stand up for me, he didn’t respond, he just chuckled, because the rest of the group was laughing and he just wanted to fit in. Anyway, yeah, that was the last time I thought of him with any sort of compassion Story credit: Reddit / Sarahzabearah