Today I threw my oldest friend out of my house.
You are all showing me that I am important. Valued. Loved.
Yesterday I specifically told The Dude “you do x and it will piss me off and hurt me. Meanwhile I need you to do z.”
This morning I learned that he did NOT do z. And he did do x.
Both x and z are insignificant things themselves, they just represent multiple alphabets worth of things that have happened.
Without thinking, I pointed toward the door. “Get out of my house”
I walked him to the door and opened it. “I love you, and when you figure out how to treat me like I am important, let me know.”
And I closed the door.