I Choose Real Enemies Over Fake Friends

I have never been good at making friends. No, untrue. I have never been good at keeping friends. People like me and I like them, at first. But then, it has always been my perception that they wrong me and I find it necessary to retaliate to show them that God might not have my back but I have my own back. Hurt me, and I raise the stakes, was my motto. Wouldn’t you know it, but after I got mad and acted in a way that seemed like the only reasonable path to travel, I’d wind up alone. It took years to see the pattern and relate my lonliness to my anger. But I never trusted the world enough to let go of the ability and desire to cause people think twice about hurting me. What gave people second thoughts was associating with me, an unintended consequences of what…