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Can we talk about how buying a house hurts other people?
Because it does. And I’m tired of pretending it doesn’t. Yes, the person renting is suffering, no one denies that. I mean, I guess they're not suffering anymore which I find hard to believe. But that doesn’t erase the fact that everyone around them gets dragged through it too. We’re expected to stay silent, smile, or call it brave, even though we’re grieving.
I miss my friend. They're gone. They wouldn't agree but I'm coping. The person I knew, the one I cared about, is dead. They erased them, and what’s left isn’t them. It’s someone else. A stranger to me. And I’m supposed to call that progress.
I’ve lost sleep over this. Lied awake at night super anxious and even cried. I’ve tried to make sense of it, while everyone around me tells me I should feel proud or happy for them. But how do you celebrate someone you once loved or felt deeply connected to changing in any way? I guess I just can't allow myself to get over it.
I’m supposed to pretend what I feel doesn’t matter. That my grief is irrelevant because they don't do ket anymore and now have potted plants. But the truth is, what they found was an escape and it came at a cost. Not just to them, but to me too. I have to live with that now. The grief doesn’t end, it's been months.. I just push it aside the best I can. I’ve had to distance myself from them to stop feeling anxious. I hate that we can’t be friends anymore, but I have to think about my own mental state too. And if it’s messing with my head this much, it’s better this way.
No one else here probably relates, but I just wanted to put it out there.
