I’ve come to a point in my life where if people choose to hurt or leave me, I either change their significance to me or let them go. The relationship/friendship is never the same. Why would I try to return to them when they smashed it so much that I can’t put the pieces back to see what we had? It’s not worth my time. They didn’t respect it or were wise enough to just leave it as it was...nobody destroys things if they truly value it. I can’t make someone understand the damage they did when they didn’t care to think about the damage before they broke everything. And the worst part is that they had no reverence for the memories and emotions that were developed to at least preserve what was created between us as a memory. So I leave them there to gather up the broken pieces which they reduced it to because it’s their mess they created. I am not a maid for people’s screw ups and stupidity. If they are stupid enough to go through the insanity of putting the millions of pieces back together then I will let them go crazy.