over the weekend,
i was hanging out with my wolf friend and he said:

“Damn,
that vixen you don’t fuck with anymore mother passed away.”

we are mutuals with this particular vixen.
his response to my response was the legit surprised pikachu face…

“Damn,
that is sad.
Keeping her in my prayers and hoping the family can heal through their grieving.”

…or something to that effect.
that was my first instinct to say that.
so he replied:

“Damn.
That was really mature of you.
You are a really good person.”

well,
wtf did he expect me to say?

“Haha!
Burn in hell because your daughter is a bitch!”

the mama didn’t do shit to me.
when we were cool,
she always spoke highly of her mother.
listen:

Marriages/relationships falling apart,
alliances used to hurt me ending,
getting put on the Summer jam screen for breaking the law,
and those who lost their jobs/careers when they flexed about money as I was broke are all fair game in my pettiness.

they’ll get the “haha!” during kitchen table talk or The Foxhole from me.

Death is not the time and place to be patty especially when someone loses their parent(s).

so he gon’ think my compassion was the good idea for us to reconnect.
he and another friend been trying to get us back as friends again.

No.
No.
No.
No.
add another just for good measure:
NO.

i thought about maybe trying again but see the thing is that i can’t trust her.
she really hurt me by what she did to end our friendship.
i’d never be able to feel comfortable around her again.
so i hope she can find peace through her grief:

But she’ll NEVER get the opportunity to experience me twice.

sorry to that lady.

lowkey: when a friend (or a wolf) hurts me,
i’ll go through the 5 stages of grief.
once i get to stage 5,
its pretty much over.