We live in the day and age where people who aren’t with you are swiftly dubbed haters.  I recently came to the realization that most of the people we call haters are simply good relationships gone bad due to a mix of fear, guilt, pride and a dash of uncertainty.

So join me as I make this confession. My name is Michelle. I have broken relationships (and I bet you do too).

I have friends that I stopped vibing with because we drifted apart and before we knew it, we had nothing in common. Zilch, nada, natsing.

I have people that I barely speak to because, on the real, we both stopped putting in the effort but I’m sure that given the time and chance we’d get along like nothing ever happened.

There’s those with whom we are in a state of perpetual second-guessing due to drama so trivial from whenever over something that I can’t remember.

I have people that I stopped talking to because I felt that I let them down or didn’t come through and I felt that disassociation would alleviate both parties from future grief and disappointment. It’s not you, it’s me.

I also have people that I’ve never explained to how they hurt me and I’m the kind who will just stop talking. In this case, it’s not me it’s you.

For others, I don’t know what happened. Probably the reason and season why we were together ended. There should be no hard feelings, none. (Not even that teeny, weeny hard feeling I want to carry with me.)

What next?

While it takes a whole lot of pride-swallowing to mend broken relationships, it’s good to note that some are worth salvaging and others should really just be left alone.

Here’s to taking stock and finding a way forward.

I hope to write more on this soon but for now, I’ve got some unbreaking to do.

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