Dear E**** [full name withheld… just in case],
I don’t remember how we met. Isn’t that weird? We were inseparable for four years… and still close for at least another four… but I can’t remember how we actually met. We were pretty unlikely friends, if you think about it. I know that we had some college-freshman-specific things in common, but beyond that, we were really quite different.
Until you tried to be me. Then we had everything in common, huh?
You stole me from me. And you became a better version of me. How could you be me better than I could? How fucked up is that?
You stole my likes, my dislikes, and even my personality, to a degree. When we met new people, you had things in common with them because you stole those things from me. It was really that I had things in common with them. Not you. Before you met me, you had pretty bad taste… in clothing, in music, in boys. And you were a totally different personality type. But that didn’t stop you from pretending to be someone you weren’t so everyone would think you were so cool. You were being me! I was the cool one, you bitch! You were just more outgoing so you said everything before I had a chance… so everyone thought it was me following your lead. Again, how fucked up is that?
I think you even came to believe it was me following you. And you treated me like crap. I should never have let you do it for so long, but I didn’t fully realize what you were doing until much later. I didn’t realize what a bitch you were. I will always regret giving you too much power in our friendship. I should have stood my ground when you slipped in and stole me from me… and became a better version of me. But I’m not a strong person. I guess I have only myself to blame. I’d like to think that if you tried this today, I wouldn’t let it happen. But we’ll never know…
p.s. — Don’t for a minute think that I didn’t notice that your husband (who you married more than ten years after I married) is so much like mine. But mine often pisses me the hell off… so… joke’s on you!