This weeks six-sentence story is a little sad, and surprisingly mundane. Based on the six-sentence story prompt of Confetti from Girlontheedge, this is the story of someone who has come to the realization that there is a little more to her projects being behind, and having to make a choice what in her life is more important.
Sharon took a deep breath in, held it for a count of four, and then let it out, as she took a moment before she assessed the damage.
Her projects were going to be late, that was a given, and as much as she would like to pretend it was an accident, it was quite clearly sabotage.
She had held the same schedule for three years, and each week without fail Gerry would contact her during her project block and start asking questions about something.
At first Sharon had thought it was a coincidence, that maybe that Gerry knew she would be on-line then, but the more progress she made, the more insistent the other woman had become with her need to discuss just a few things during these times.
As things started to work out for Sharon, Gerry stopped being the supportive friend who looked over her work, making small corrections to help it along, and started being the person who would tear up Sharon’s self esteem until all that remained was a pile of confetti.
Today she had to make a choice, THE choice, of what she wanted from her life, her friend or her passion projects, because it seemed like she no longer could keep them both, and it weighed heavy on her heart, it was so hard to make new friends…
Anne McSommers' Writing Nook 
What kind of friend shreds you? The kind you let go.
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Exactly, I hear about it happening to people a lot though, especially in writing circles.
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It is good to get away from people who tear up one’s self-esteem. Or learn something from them if one can’t get away.
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Those who shred have hardly anything of their own to hold on to. And if the other person remains unperturbed, the feeling of smallness gets exacerbated.
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Yup. I think we have all met a version of this person, but it doesn’t get any easier
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As not as simple (as one from a distance, fictional or otherwise), but the definition of ‘friend’ becomes a linchpin in life situations as found in your excellent Six this week.
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Good friends are hard to find, that is for sure
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It is a sad story. One, sadly, more prevalent than one might think. Friendship, true friendship, is a rare gift.
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It seems a lot of people related. I think it’s one of those things that happens and we don’t really talk about.
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A difficult decision to make. True friends are not easy to find and it’s sometimes best to make the most of what you’ve got.
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You have to walk away from that kind of toxicity.
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Ah, jealousy is a dreadful thing. You portray Sharon’s situation so well, both the disappointment in her friend and the weight of her decision.
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She made the right decision; there’s no good future with a friend who wishes you ill.
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