So… I’m the One Who Disappeared?

Sometimes I find it funny how people can go months without texting you, calling you, or checking in, but the moment they finally show up, the first thing they say is, “You forgot about us… you didn’t reach out… you disappeared.”

And suddenly, you’re the villain in a story you didn’t even know was being written.

Recently, someone told me that when she “needed me the most,” I wasn’t there. And honestly, that statement stung… not because I don’t care, but because it felt unfair. She never reached out. She never checked on me. There were even times I replied to her posts or tried to start a conversation, and it went nowhere.

But somehow, I am still the one who “didn’t show up.”

What many people don’t realize is, the same period they felt alone, I was struggling too. That was a time I was juggling work, trying to survive after school, battling through health issues, and honestly just trying to hold myself together. I wasn’t ignoring anyone. I was trying to stay afloat.

Friendship isn’t a scoreboard, but it also shouldn’t be a one-way expectation.

If you didn’t call me… and I didn’t call you… why is the blame sitting on my head?

Sometimes, people forget that everyone is fighting their own quiet battles. And just because someone didn’t show up the way you wanted, doesn’t mean they didn’t care, sometimes, they were simply trying to survive too.

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