"Wow, that’s nice," Nicole would say, her eyes already drifting to her phone. "But let me tell you what happened to me today."
Chloe looked at the request. She felt no anger, only a calm, quiet clarity. She thought of the helpful lesson she had learned: Sometimes, unfriending isn’t an attack. It’s a door closing so a window can open. You don’t owe your peace to someone who mistakes your presence for an audience. the unfriending nicole aniston
And for the first time in a long time, Chloe felt free. "Wow, that’s nice," Nicole would say, her eyes
Every coffee date left Chloe feeling smaller. Nicole’s stories were always more impressive. Her struggles were always more tragic. Her successes were always more dazzling. When Chloe shared a win—a promotion, a new hobby, a moment of peace—Nicole would listen just long enough to pivot back to herself. She thought of the helpful lesson she had