We’ve been “friends” for years.
I worked with you for a decade.
During that time, we had an artistic association as well.
My daughter joined us on occasion with our musical efforts.
I was blind to it at first, but no more.
Your friendly “hello beautiful” remarks at first seemed just that.
Then, it was arms around her shoulder, and, one time, when a little drunk,
you called her a “sexy thing”.
We were in a group at a bar the other night.
You walked up behind her and gave her a neck massage.
She has not, so far, seemed upset or bothered by these things,
just passing them off as “you being you”.
So, I am talking to her to ask her feelings.
If she will not make it clear to you that this is inappropriate,
then I will.
Either way, we are at an end,
my friend.
If you could see me now, you would see murder in my eyes.