When people get weird or I no longer like them. The moment I decide they’ve crossed a line, I remove em. I hold a mental funeral for them, never speak to them again and they become dead to me. My life goes on, I assume theirs does too. Sorry for your loss, hoe.
No shade. But I be so happy when I’m not Friends with a b* anymore & I see she haven’t grown not a bit. I clearly made a right decision b/c bitches don’t be having NO TYPE OF SELF DEVELOPMENT!