Hey Britt.

When our Split Fiction plans kept slipping, I let it build up and it came out sideways. "Cya around casper," "it is what it is." Truth is I'd just been to a funeral and was carrying too much, and instead of saying that, I took it out on you. You'd actually answered me on Sunday. I missed it, then accused you of going quiet, when you were buried in your own house stuff and helping Courtnie move. I made my bad week your problem. That wasn't fair.

You taught me spoon theory, and I'm the one who said you never owe me a spoon. Then I kept acting like you did. I'd turn your quiet into a story about you being done with me, and make you reassure me. That wasn't fair to put on you.

This is the big one, and the part I'm most sorry for. There were times my reactions crossed from friend into feeling like more, and that wasn't fair to put on you. I'd send these long messages and get way too deep when you hadn't asked me to, and it made everything uneven. You were clear about where you stood every time, and kind about it. I should have just matched the friendship you offered instead of making you carry the rest.

You showed up as a good friend even when you were running on empty. I just wanted to own my half without making you carry any of it.