When it comes down to it, you might bite your tongue and desperately attempt to keep all your comments to yourself in the spirit of not hurting others, inwardly knowing that at some point you are going to desperately want to say ‘I told you so’ to someone you care about.
But there is no joy in that phrase when the inevitable actually happens. I’m in that position at the moment. Something that I knew was not right from the start has come to a somewhat bitter end, but now when the opportunity has presented itself, I feel no desire to say those awful words.
Knowing it would end was an irritating burden that, now the end has come, feels like more of a punishment than anything else. Is that the duty of friendship, to carry and conceal the bad parts of life until they naturally reveal themselves, and then offer a somewhat censored support at the end? I can’t think of another phrase that would have quite the sting than if I were to turn to my friend now and offer only the selfish comfort of ‘I told you so.’