28 July 21 - Deleting

I am spending time today deleting my photos off of Facebook; it feels symbolic of the people in my life.  Is there something wrong with me?  The rules seem simple, and yet... On Facebook, the photos represent memories; in real life people hold similar meanings.  My sister, Shari, took advantage of me for years, and I allowed it because of the memories we held together.  The problem is that the only bond we had was in the past; in the present, she took me for granted and used me for whatever money she could take.  But what if I hit that delete button?!  Once done, once deleted, I could never undo the damage.  My sister Janine went from being one of my closest friends to knowing nothing about me and not caring...  Towards the end of our relationship, I had a two-hour telephone "conversation" where she never even asked how I was.  When I was devastated over the dissolution of my relationship with Shari, Janine was never there for me and treated the situation like an inconvenience for her.  She cared more about propriety than of how hurt I was. Just like with Shari, I deleted Janine. My niece made it clear that I had no right to ever express an opinion around her, and my nephew who made it known that my opinion doesn't matter. Deleted. My best friend decided it would be acceptable to troll my wife's friend. Deleted. And I wonder how many times it's acceptable to delete.  When deleting photos, I could download all of them to make sure I didn't lose anything of value, but it's not so easy when it comes to people.  If only...