Prompt #1: "Write about forgiveness that was never asked for"

"You know, I forgive you."

I stop myself mid-sip of my coffee.

"Excuse me?"

"I forgive you. The old you wouldn't have left me. I know you're working through something."

She said it as if choosing myself was never an option.

"I never asked for your forgiveness."

"Well, I know you don't care anymore, so -"

"So, I choose not to validate you in your drama and your problems - which, by the way, you always seem to bring upon yourself - I'm abandoning you. I choose to take care of myself, I finally put myself first, I for once in my life chose myself, and not run to you every second of the day when you need me."

She sits there with that look of confusion on her face. That same stupid look she gets when she gets called out and plays the victim.

"You are supposed to be my friend. Friends always have each other's backs."

"That rule only seems to apply to you."

"You've changed so much, you think you're better than everyone -"

"Oh, ok, you can leave, and never come back."

"Are you serious?"

"What's today?"

"Saturday."

"It's my birthday."