She Was the First One You Called
You told her things you hadn't said out loud to anyone. The fight with your mother. The promotion you didn't get. The way your husband looked at you last Tuesday. She listened with such completeness that you mistook her attention for safety. That is how it starts, not with cruelty, but with intimacy so precise it feels chosen.Toxic friendship between women rarely begins with red flags. It begins with recognition. She saw you. She named things about you that you hadn't named yourself. And because that kind of being-seen is rare, you gave her everything that followed.
