She smiles sweetly at me. She jokes and slaps my arm. She asks what I think and feel. She pretends she cares. I thought she did and she was my friend. I truly liked this woman until I discovered she was keeping a dairy of me at work. She bought me birthday presents. She complained about me behind my back. She got me fired. —I thought she was my friend
This article appears in Apr 20-26, 2017.
Wow. Sorry this happened to you.