I faked it when I said I forgave you and wanted to reconcile. I actually didn’t want to be friends with you anymore but you insisted on talking through our (your) issues and then pulled the God card on me. Good job.
You’re the pushiest woman I’ve even been friends with and the most manipulative. Your passive aggression is tiring me and I’ve decided by not spending time with you anymore, I’ll save myself from more hurt.
I’m done. Have a happy life.
And don’t try to tell me you actually love me. When everything you do begs to show that you’re just dragging your feet in this friendship. That you have to be friends with me because you think there’s a divine purpose in it.
No one’s forcing you to stay. You may leave.
Let me go so I can leave too.