Done — Lindsay Anderson

“Sorry? You're sorry?” I asked, flabbergasted. Tears filling my eyes, I said, “Sorry does not change the fact that you betrayed me and made my years in middle school a living nightmare. It does not change the fact that I can't ever forgive you for what you did to me.” “Marion, Gina and I know we messed up and we wish we could take it all back.” Ingrid said, her own eyes filling with tears. “There's not a day that goes by where we don't feel guilty about what we did to you and that we wish we hadn't let you go as a best friend.” “I am glad that you did.” I said, keeping my voice even. “If you hadn't treated me like scum, I would not have found people who actually care about me and enjoy being my best friend. In fact, I would not have found the strength to move on and come to love myself for me.” Without saying anything more, I walked away. After all, I had nothing more to say to Ingrid. I was done with her.