Your Blame of Me (Dear Jenny)

In high school, I had two best friends: Jenny and C. Both were toxic, but I was also pretty toxic to them, as well, back then (well, more to Jenny than to C, as I never did anything to C, as C was our covert narcissist ringleader). Jenny and I had our ups and downs and we did crazy things together. Though I was the more responsible of the three of us, as I didn't drink that much and only smoked pot a handful of times. Jenny was suppressed by her narcissistic mother and acted out by drinking and driving and doing all sorts of things. We all did stupid shit back then. I was no different.

BUT, I am 47 now and I take full responsibility for my actions back then. I also forgive Jenny's actions back then, because were children who had no idea how to navigate this world. But if you ask her or her mother to this day, I was the one to blame for all of Jenny's issues and bad behavior back then.

So this one is for you Jenny. I wrote this poem many years ago, after I had cut you and your toxic family out of my life (her kid is just as toxic as his father and tried some shit with my kids) for good. I wish you nothing but the best and I hope one day you find your way in life and realize that every single choice you made was your own choice. Nobody told you to do any of it. If you have any regrets, you only have yourself to blame. Not me. Not anyone else. Just you. Because the more you blame your (now) husband? The more you end up just like him.