I’m the evil one in someone’s story. The other one they blame. Life is rushed, time is precious, quick answers are not meant to be “short.”

They held it in, never asking for clarification, perhaps not wanting to understand. Not realizing how highly in regard they were held.

Instead, they lash out at the end, citing events they never discussed. Never wanting the details, only focused on themselves. Not understanding the tears, confusion, and anxiety they caused me at the end.

I feel betrayed. I feel so misunderstood. A simple conversation would have eased the issues which they cited.

But above this, I feel sad. Someone in this world needs me to be the evil one in their story. I never want to be in this place, but I will carry it for them and wish them well as they move on. And hope they find what they need.