A forgotten birthday, or how a boomerang returns with pain...

Hello, my dear girls. As I write this, tears are streaming down my cheeks—I still can't get over it and am shaking with resentment. I want to talk it out because I can't hold it in any longer; the wound in my heart is too fresh.

It all started exactly a year ago. It was my close friend's birthday. No one congratulated her then... no one.

In the truest sense of the word—NO ONE!

No one she considered friends, even her boyfriend at the time, pretended nothing was happening.

I remember her sitting at the festive table she'd set for herself, staring at her empty phone and quietly crying into her pillow as the candles on her cake burned out alone.

And I... oh my God, how ashamed I am before the universe for those words!

Instead of supporting her, I laughed heartlessly.

I smirked smugly and said to her, "You're something, my friend. How could you end up so useless?

Such a nightmare will never happen to me! I'm loved, I'm appreciated, I'm always surrounded by attention, I'm always surrounded by crowds of people ready to carry me in their arms. I was so cruel in my confidence...

And then the boomerang came flying.

And it hit a thousand times harder...