This could be a metaphor for genetic expression gone horribly wrong, or just used in it’s common vernacular describing toxically bad intentions between two people. In our case, it was both. Something was never quite right between us, and it only got worse the older we got.
It wasn’t because of any specific thing, we just didn’t like each other – the feeling was mutual and we never tried to hide it. I’ll be the first to admit this says nothing good about me, but it doesn’t say anything good about you either. We just brought out the worst in each other. I saw the darkest parts of me in you – cold, hard, selfish, mean and capable of things best left unsaid – and I didn’t like it. I worked hard to become a different person, but in order to do so, I had to put as much distance between the two of us as possible.
It’s something I have no regrets about, though I’m not proud to say that. We all have things we’re ashamed of, it’s just a painful part of being human.
Sometimes you have to recognize when relationships are too toxic to continue without someone getting seriously hurt. Still, I occasionally reflect on it, if only to remind myself where I came from.
Bad blood indeed.