To the Well-Meaning Meddler,
I must object to your recent attempt at intervention.
There is a difference between busted and lost. I am not “repairing” myself. If anything, I’m upgrading. Truthfully, I’m still figuring it out; but I do know that it’s not a restoration project. So you can stop waiting.
Just because I am different, perhaps even a stranger to you now, does not mean that I am in need of urgent assistance. I’m sorry that so many of our previously shared commonalities have ended. We both wish it was less awkward to relate these days. But I am unfiltered and genuine—much more than before—out of respect for you, my other loved ones, and myself.
Similarity is not the sole foundation of our friendship, nor should it be the basis of any strong bond because people must change. I am confident we can move through this and get to know one another again.
However, I cannot be the girl you knew before – because I am not who I was. Please cease to expect or ask that of me.
I hope we’ll understand one another again in the future.