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.
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.