He's dead to me. I switch rapidly between hoping his zombifying body dies ASAP, and missing the person he was before Nazis brainwashed and stole him.

He was a shitty friend who gatekept random things, like listening to bands in his mid-twenties. Much due to toxic masculinity. I found him quite cringey. Now he's a Nazi.

Yet I mourn his cringe ass each day. A whole person was lost to Nazis. I'm cycling, and I need new outlooks on this situation to get out of this rut. My self care is suffering.

  • HexaSnoot [none/use name]
    hexagon
    ·
    edit-2
    2 years ago

    It can feel surreal to observe otherwise lovely libs support ghoulish things. You wonder which ones you're losing slowly. It's a shame she has so many brainworms. I'm sorry you lost such a dear connection.

    I don't think I'm heartbroken the way you're heartbroken, but I'm relieved to hear I'm not alone. I still lay glued to the floor sometimes missing this guy's face and voice. Blocking his social media where I rooted for him was like letting go of stars. I had to cry that one out.