You messed up everything. You were the worst boss anyone has ever had. You were rude and disrespectful and man, the absolute worst. I try not to hold grudges, but like I said, you were seriously the worst.
It sucks that we don't have the friendship we once had. You've always been both a family-friend and a friend. I love your kids and your wife, you know that. It wasn't too long ago when we would bond at the back of church complaining at how long the service was taking. Remember when you had to ask me to take care of your four little monsters at god-awful times because everyone else was too busy for your bratty but adorable kids? I do. I'm telling you, I thought Isaiah was a headache but then your wife brought in lil Derek to the world and boy was he freaking obnoxious. I loved baby-sitting them. Your wife is literally the coolest chick on the planet. Seriously, if you didn't marry her I'm pretty sure I would've proposed. She legit makes the best empanadas in the world and dang, she's literally the nicest person ever. A little while ago, my older cousin was trying to get us to remember when I used to have a crush on you when I was a little girl and you took care of me. I definitely don't remember it like you do, but I'm bringing it up to emphasize how long we've known each other and how close we've always been.
I can't believe you held a knife against me as if it was just a joke. I can't believe you mocked my goals and ambitions as if you didn't know how much it all meant to me. I can't believe you had the nerve to talk down to my little cousin in front of my face as if I wouldn't do anything. I can't believe you tried to talk crap about my mother as if I'd go along. Or the way you'd ignore me like a middle-school princess when I didn't follow your "orders" at that godforsaken restaurant. Or the way you'd only bring us extra rags for the dishes and you'd still demand a cut in the cashiers' tips even though you were our freaking manager and didn't need the money. Or the way you'd throw your petty hissy fits in front of the customers because YOU couldn't roll the burrito YOU overstuffed. Seriously, YOU WERE THE WORST!
I miss talking to you, man. Like before that part-time summer job. I miss talking to your wife without having to take note of where you're standing so I can walk away before I explode on your sorry ass if you get too close because I miss you but I still can't stand the thought of you. I miss your kids too. Now we have a mutual understanding that we don't cross each other's paths, not even at beach barbecues or during car rides to church or even at the Christmas table. My mom said that it was probably the stress of the two jobs you were carrying at the time. It was because the manager position had a bigger burden on you than I realized. See, my mom and the rest of the people that decided to forgive your stupidity have had the chance to patch things up. But I only see you when I go home for breaks, so we don't have the luxury of time to help us move past this. Hopefully one day we'll get to talking though. If I don't murder you first for being such an incredible asshole.
You honestly messed up everything.
-E
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