I told her months ago that this day was important to me.
She asked me to join her and her mom for lunch.
I said no. Explained my tradition again.
Her response? “Your blood donation can wait. It’s my tradition to have lunch with my mom.”
I froze. Did she just dismiss my grief like that?
I tried to explain. Told her it’s not just the blood donation. It’s my way of honoring my brother.
She didn’t listen. She called me selfish and lazy.
Later that evening, I watched my brother’s favorite movie, alone.
I texted her that we needed to talk. No reply.
Next morning, I was blocked on all platforms. Her best friend blocked me too.
Honestly? I wasn’t sad. I realized I didn’t want to be with someone who couldn’t respect my grief.
This tradition, painful as it is, saved me from years of misery with someone who didn’t care.
