One thing I’ll always take away is that you should believe people when they show you who they are the first time. I’m sad because I love the version of my friend I got to know. I’m angry because he won’t wake up. I’m relieved that I will never have to experience it again
I think the saddest thing of the ordeal is that I got two years of living with him and getting to know before seeing what he was like under the influence of the abuser he enabled. All the effort of accountability and emotional growth vanished
Even process the sheer amount of friends he’s lost because everyone is sick of the enablement, and the people he’s friends with now are all handpicked as people who will never challenge him or his abusive
If you are a queer person of color who has experienced 417 8th street in midtown Atlanta you may be eligible financial compensation due to emotional damages lol