You were supposed to be my best friend, so how come my being happy makes you miserable?
I used to be the type would bend over backwards and then some to make others happy. I would do whatever it was that you wanted to do, because I knew that it was what would make you happy. You never asked if I wanted to do something. You never asked how I was feeling. It was always about you, and I didn’t mind, because that was how I thought it was supposed to be. I thought that good friends were supposed to listen to each others problems and do anything they could to make the other happy. While I knew that you never did any of this stuff for me, I didn’t mind, because I thought that that was how it was supposed to be. I was miserable, but that was okay because you were happy.
Then I met someone who wanted to hear about my problems. He convinced me that what I wanted mattered. All the sudden I realized that I would never be anything but miserable if I never spent any time trying to make myself happy. Now that I care about myself I am actually happy.
But instead of being happy for me, you call me self-centered. You say that I have gotten selfish. You accuse me of not caring about other people (when really you just mean that my life no longer revolves around you).
All of my other friends are happy that I have figured out how to be happy, but you just say to me “Well, all you friends are miserable, but at least you are happy.”
You were supposed to be my best-friend, you should be happy for me. But instead you tell me we don’t get along as well anymore, and it is because I have become selfish. And now you won’t talk to me. Well fine. I think that you are losing a better friend then I am anyway.