What Reality TV Taught Me About Ending a Friendship
I’m coming to terms with the fact that—whether it ends in an unfollow or in a blow-up bash in a house in Malibu—sometimes the kindest thing we can give one another is a goodbye.
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Thank goodnessI’m not the only one who’s ever experienced the loss of a friendship that I thought would last.
All of my friendships, both past and present, have value, even if that means I am left to use the past tense.
Keah Brown is a reader not a fighter. A lover and a writer. She has a BA in Journalism from The State University of New York at Fredonia. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Toast, Femsplain, Catapult, and Atticus Review among other publications. She laughs at her own tweets @Keah_Maria.
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