We all have that one person who was our partner in crime, our go-to for laughs, and our rock through thick and thin. But what happens when those inseparable bonds start to crumble?
This time we’ll take a heartfelt journey through the ups and downs of friendship. Whether it was a clash of personalities, a major falling-out, or simply life pulling them in different directions, these stories will strike a chord with anyone who has experienced the pain of losing a best friend.
She seduced my husband. They’re married now & taught my young kid to call her mom & me by my name. I never retaliated, but she hates me & finds little passive-aggressive ways to use my son to hurt me (as above) on a regular basis. So forgiving her just isn’t something I can ever make progress on with the constant antagonism.
All he wants to do is play video games. When I try to make plans to do something like hiking or go to the beach he backs out last second. He has a bad weight problem and has asked me to help but he’ll only follow my advice for two weeks before giving up. I told him to cut soda out of his diet and a week later he sent me a Snapchat of him buying a 24-pack of Coke. He got a subscription to the same gym as me and has only shown up once.
Whenever he invites me over it ends up with me being bored while he plays games on his phone or plays League of Legends with his clan. I feel like a bad friend for not wanting to hang out with him anymore but I feel like I lose a day of my life whenever we hang out.
He got sober and kind of ghosted me. I was still drinking at the time, so I get why he wouldn’t want to hang out.
She backpacked around Australia for a year and when she came back she felt that my “vibe” wasn’t in line with hers so she stopped replying to my messages. After a lot of therapy. Not for that lol I realised her “vibe” was going out drinking every weekend and I personally don’t drink. I’d rather have fun in other ways than I can remember after the fact. Now she only messages me when she has “adult” problems that her other friends can’t answer. I stopped replying to her and I told her why. I haven’t heard from her in months. It’s sad but people grow up and apart. It’s just the way it is :).
She just never, ever stopped asking for favors. We’d been friends for 2 decades, and every time we spoke, there was something she needed me to do for her. And she’d decide on her own a favor to do for me, to make us even, but it was usually not something I wanted as a favor. The last straw was my wedding. Apparently, her traveling to my town for it was a “favor.” Her not telling me when she was getting to town so we could hang out as friends do, showing up late, leaving the ceremony early to go to the reception early, leaving the reception as soon as the food part was over, and then leaving town without telling me when she was leaving, was a favor to me that I needed to pay her back for, and she had the favor she wanted back all lined up. That was it for me. I ghosted her, and that was the end.
He got married and I was single. His wife didn’t want him hanging around a guy who was dating girls and not married. I’d visit him and it got to the point where we’d just stand outside the whole time. Took me a while to realize he wasn’t inviting me in to sit down because his wife didn’t want me there.
I did what I still think was the right thing and faded into the background and silently wished him and his wife the best.
We parted ways a while ago because of her behavior. It took me a long time to realize a narcissist. She’s been trying recently to reestablish the friendship, but I keep my distance since it’s obvious she does not care about me at all.
For example, she texted me two weeks ago because she absolutely wanted to set a time to talk on the phone so that she could hear about how my brother’s wedding (they used to be friends and a lot of mutual friends attended, she wasn’t invited though). So I called her at the agreed upon time and she tells me she’s so excited to hear about the wedding, talks about herself for two hours and then says she has to go and hangs up. She never once asked about the wedding during the conversation and she never realized that we didn’t talk about the wedding.
I’m working on cutting all contact again.
He cheated and we got divorced. He’d been my best friend since I was 12. I’ve still not made another comparable connection, really. I’ve got people I love and whatever. Just no one who understands me as completely as he did. We were friendly after the divorce and chatted. He wanted to be flirty. Told me how no one has ever gotten him like I did. I knew I could never go back though and when I realized (not through him telling me) that he was married to the woman he cheated with, I blocked him. I’m not angry enough to turn the tables on her, but I miss my the guy who WAS my best friend.
She passed away when we were in our 20s. She had a lifelong illness that gave her zero quality of life and I’m so glad she is now free of it. She was truly a decent and loving human being. I didn’t deserve to have her as a best friend.
We’d been friends since we were children. I started noticing that we only got together when I would give her a call otherwise I didn’t hear from her. One time I was going through major h*ll and was pouring my heart out as you do with ‘besties’, and I caught her rolling her eyes. Clearly, she didn’t think as much of me as I did of her. Red flag right there.
Ok, after that, I stopped calling her, and I never saw her again or heard from her for five years. In the meantime, she ran into my parents and told them she had tried to contact me numerous times but I didn’t seem to want to talk to her since I didn’t answer my phone. Absolutely NOT true. She never contacted me at all.
When my father died I texted her to tell her, she replied “Sorry, who is this?” She didn’t come to the funeral despite having known him since she was 8. She turned up one day months and months later at my mother’s house, and I happened to be there. I answered the door and she said: “I’m here to see your mum”. I wish I hadn’t let her in but I did and she basically ignored me for the whole time.
I could have forgiven her anything really, but not coming to my dad’s funeral was unforgivable. However it finally allowed me to see the sort of person she really was, so I am glad it happened.
Me (F) and my old best friend (M) were an inseparable comedy act duo from primary school right through to the end of secondary school. We lived in a small village 3 doors down from each other. We walked to the school bus together, sat together, saw each other every break, sat on the bus together home, walked home, had our dinner then met back up again to spend the whole evening together pretty much every day. We did everything together and it was one of those friendships where you were completely yourself with them and spent most of our time laughing to the point of collapsing on the ground unable to breathe. We went to separate Unis not overly far apart and kept in touch and met up in the summer regularly and still had a really good friendship that adjusted to all the changes.
It started to change maybe into our 2nd or 3rd year of Uni. I had pretty much always known he was gay but he’d never admitted it so it was left at that. It didn’t matter at all. So he had a couple of strange run-ins with some people in his new city which resulted in one person contacting our group on social media pm’s to tell us that he was lying to us all by not telling us he was gay. We all responded very similarly basically saying “We love him and his sexuality is his business and no one else’s.” With this and a few other instances we just accepted it as now being pretty common knowledge that he was gay, further confirmed when he told another girl in our group. I never understood why he didn’t confide in me and although I was a little hurt I never let on but wanted to show in small ways that I knew, and most importantly, that it wasn’t a big deal. So at the same time, I was still phoning him regularly as always. The phone calls suddenly became pretty stilted as he responded with really short answers which made it seem like he wanted to get off the phone quickly. I started to get the impression that he was with someone but not saying. Once, I asked if he wanted to meet up that night to go for drinks and he told me he didn’t have any money. It just so happened my parents were visiting my grandparents that night so I tagged along and we drove through town. Lo and behold – who do I see? – him and a guy I didn’t recognise walking through town. I gave a small wave from the car and he awkwardly waved back. I let it slide and a few days later when we met up I casually mentioned it like “So was that a guy you’re seeing?” “No, just a friend” Ok. Thinking if it’s just a friend why aren’t you apologising for lying about not having money for nights out? Anyway, a long time went by with me not calling him out on any of this behaviour or really talking to him about it just trying to give him space. Eventually, on a night out he decides to let me know that he is gay. He was pretty casual about it and we had a chat about it whilst throwing in our usual weird sense of humour. But around this time his behaviour changed again. He kept putting himself in situations that worried me like signing up to a flat with an older creepy landlord who pretty much outlined there could be payments in “other ways” and meeting up with a guy who ended up a**aulting someone on their “date”. I didn’t feel comfortable in the same way to go and visit him as I didn’t know how the night would end up. So the messages between us got more strained as I tried to get back what we had. A few unanswered messages later I thought he’s put me through quite a bit so the ball is in his court. At Christmas one year I got this message at 3 am saying how he’d had a really bad year and he still loved me etc. I sent a message saying I was so sorry to hear that, please get in touch anytime he wants to talk etc. No reply. There were also some big life events for me such as my brother’s wedding which was put on FB which he didn’t acknowledge (I know this seems a bit silly but I noticed) and I just had to admit it’s changed for good. Our relationship now is a few “likes” on irrelevant posts on Instagram. It still hurts a lot for me and when talking about it to other friends I describe it like a bad break-up with a boyfriend who never gave you any closure.
She told me to come to her wedding as a “day guest” after demoting me from being a bridesmaid for being unable to afford her hen do in the middle of my final year at university 🙂
We had been friends since infancy but we started to drift in our late teens/early twenties. We both experimented with dr*gs, but he got into opioids hard. Found out that he stole a few things of mine from my parent’s house while I was at college under the guise that “I told him he could borrow some stuff.” Broke my heart knowing that my parents let him into their home just so he could steal. We had a couple of shouting matches and didn’t speak for a couple of years while he was in and out of rehab/jail.
He got clean for 2 years and we reconciled somewhat
Three years ago he overdosed.
I would give anything to have one more conversation with him, about anything at all
He just stopped answering my calls. We started to drift apart after school ended. He went for a life of academia and I went for a life of an alcoholic. I was emotionally somewhat abusive and toxic. He did the right thing for himself and I respect him for it.
I introduced them and then a handful of months later they were engaged. My shock must have been more apparent than I meant it to be when she FaceTimed me with the news.
A couple of months later she said I was getting an invite in the mail and she couldn’t wait for me to be the bridesmaid. Then no letter came. I asked her about it and got a long message about how she didn’t want me around anymore. That I had changed.
It blew my mind. I had just moved, quit a job I hated, broken up with an abusive ex and was overall getting to a better place. I thought I was better. She cut off really wrecked me for a while and “set me back” on my path out of depression. We had been friends for years and years. She was practically my only friend for a long time. Suddenly, I wasn’t anything worth her time. For reasons I never understood. And never will get closure.
What’s funny is on the days I think about it, I realize I feel better without her. There was some toxicity in our relationship that I guess I had never seen before. I also look at all the good around me and realize it wasn’t the worst thing to happen. Still don’t have many friends, but that’s okay.
Whoa. Sorry for the tangent. I am sorry marriage also made your friendship weird too. I hope you’re better like I am!
She was never there for me, yet she expected me to be her 24/7 therapist.
I finally moved out of our apartment after her mental health declined over the course of 6 years.
It started randomly one day; she started having unprovoked outbursts. She would scream, break things, and just say insanely hurtful stuff, just be totally unable to communicate or share rational thoughts. an hour or so would pass; she would suddenly be a totally different person, and forget everything that happened.
It happened only twice in the first year (police were called both times by the neighbors). Then the episodes became more frequent and more violent. She started drinking heavily which would sometimes bring on an episode.
I would try to help her thru the episode and console her after a while she would cry about how she is a “terrible person”. Then talk her through her feelings and help her work on meditation techniques. Her episodes continued to happen more and more frequently. She sought out a therapist, she went only once and nothing changed.
Eventually- I felt trapped and frightened all the time. I became depressed and developed serious anxiety issues. I stopped going out and stopped hanging with my other friends, our house became disgusting and I literally stopped leaving my room. I even started pissing in water bottles if it meant being away from her. Our entire house got to the point where it could have easily been an episode of Hoarders. One of my lowest days, I spent it in my filthy bed writing dozens of suicide notes and sobbing.
Finally one day she had a particularly frightening episode where she broke several glasses and a stool in my room in a rage screaming fit about one of her ex-boyfriends. The night after her freakout; I was lying in bed, trembling still hours later after her episode. I realized there was only one way out of this and I started looking for an apartment that night. The day I moved I completely cut her out of my life. I’ve seen her once since then, but it was brief, she was already drunk and I was at my restaurant job. Last I heard she is moving into her parents house after living at 3 different apartments with multiple roommates.
We were friends since high school, we knew each other for over 10 years, and we even made a blood pact together as teenagers. We went on dozens of vacations together, took care of eachother when we were sick, we spent entire days together doing nothing but talking. She wasn’t just my “best friend” she was my Best Friend.
She was the most important thing to me for a large chunk of my life and it was really hard to throw away that friendship. Now 6 months later, my new apartment is spotless, I haven’t been late on rent once, and I am even planning to host Thanksgiving at my house this year.
Sorry for the novel, but I have never really articulated all of that in this way. If anyone is still reading, never let the feeling of obligation keep you from your happiness. Abuse can come in many forms, it is possible the abuser cannot control or isn’t even aware of their toxic behavior. You cannot fix them, seek change and fight for your happiness.
Because he scammed me on Runescape in the summer holidays. One day I was over at his house and he asked to borrow my ascension crossbows back when they were worth heaps.
A few days go by, tried to message him on MSN (throwback wow) and Runescape and there was no answer. Asked Mum to take me over to his house and he denied me ever giving them to him in the first place.
Again, a few days go by and I see him on w54 (famous for staking your times) turn off my online status and see him advertising the stake with my ascension bows. I watch from the sidelines as he loses them…
Started to speak to me again in hopes of getting more money from me but I was done with the freeloader. They moved away soon after but I’ve never forgotten the ultimate act of betrayal.
She told me she never wanted to talk to me again just because I was the only person who didn’t like her boyfriend. Two years later, she messaged me saying I was right about him and that she was sorry. Figures.
We don’t talk because I’m an idiot and only saw myself and my own struggles and not hers. Which I should have. I didn’t listen to her, and in the end, we had a huge fight over everything, stupid things were said at that moment from both sides and it cost us the friendships we had. We haven’t talked since it’s been 3 years now this December. She made a choice that it has to be on her initiative although she states it would take a miracle for us to even talk to each other again. I respect that, I miss her terribly much, and think of her every day. She was like a sister to me, and I f*cked it up. I wish I saw her and respected her. And listened. I didn’t and that is the biggest mistake of my life.
His angry horrible pregnant wife ruined our wedding and offended both sides of my family. She literally could not handle 24 hours without all the attention on her. And he was a doormat.
He was like a son to my parents and that b*tch removed him from my family intentionally and he let her do it. F*ck that guy.
Never even met his 3 children.
Nice work b*tch. Got what you wanted.
It’s been over 10 years and I’m not bitter about it at all. Lol.
She developed schizophrenia but refused medication as she got more and more paranoid and eventually stopped taking my calls because she thinks I’m part of the vast conspiracy against her. I’m still in contact with her family and they’re slowly getting her the help she needs. I’m sad that she doesn’t want me in her life now but I just hope she can get better.
Because when we were 13 we got arrested and he made me take the fall for him.
He invited me to his house for a small party. His parents were out of town and he told 4 other guys and called a few girls. He said “We’ve got beers!” on the phone, and it was a Friday night so I quickly asked my mom to drive me over there for a sleepover, something we did all the time.
Cut to around midnight, the girls had all gone home and we were bored so we decided to take his older brother’s old Volvo around the block. We blasted House of Pain because we’re white and suburban. It was awesome. We brought the car back and parked it exactly how it was, and went back into the house to tell each other how awesome it was.
About 20 minutes later, we all decided we had to go out again. This time would be tricky because the car was low on gas, so we’d have to leave our quiet development and actually drive on the roads, not to mention stop at a gas station and go in to pay without being found out.
As we came up to a stoplight, we saw that there was a cop car stopped at the light going in the opposite direction. As the light changed we all told him just go slow and don’t peel out, of course, we had no idea of the show we had just put on. When we drove past him we all did our best to look straight ahead. At least I did, I don’t know if any of the other guys could resist the urge to look at him and see if he knew what was up. SPOILER: He did. We drove about 200 yards watching him get smaller through the back window, just long enough to start thinking that we were in the clear. The wave of relief was insanely uplifting. We all started saying things like “He didn’t see us!” and “Holy sh*t, that was so close!”
Then the cherries lit up and he banged a U-turn right in the middle of the road.
Again, a caucus of 13-year-old brains concerted to devise the best plan. There were cries of “HIT IT!” and “GUN IT, GOGOGO!” mixed in with “Pull over, you have to pull over!” and “Oh F*ck, we’re screwed” and one kid said, “Oh god, my dad is gonna beat the sh*t out of me.”
We did pull over, there was no high-speed chase. We tried to act cool as the officer slowly came up to the door and asked the driver to put his window down. After a few tries, he located the button and lowered the window. When asked to produce a license and registration that he most certainly did not have, my friend very calmly told the officer that he’d forgotten his wallet. When asked to provide his information, he gave his first name but substituted “Johnson” for his last name. Genius. When asked his date of birth he gave his older brother’s, so he wouldn’t get tripped up on the math.
The officer politely thanked him and stooped down so his mag-light could sweep across each one of our terrified faces for just a second, then said “Sit tight, I’ ‘ll be right back,”. The officer came back and told us all to get out of the car. He only had one pair of handcuffs so 4 of us got zip-tied and after a pat-down, we were all put into the back seat of his cruiser. From there we watched him open the trunk and pull out a machete and some other stuff the older brother used in his landscaping work. I was one of the 2 smallest, so I had an especially undignified ride to the station, sitting on the laps of 2 other guys.
When we got there we were all processed and put in a holding cell. One by one, we were called out and had to phone our parents to come and get us. It was 3 am. I asked if I could spend the night and call in the morning, but the officer was not merciful. My parents both came to get me, and the car ride home was 20 minutes of silence. No radio, just breathing.
When we got home my parents yelled a lot but it was very late and they didn’t want to yell at me all night. We went to bed and I lay there thinking about how awesome that was. About 1 minute later I heard VERY heavy footsteps coming down the hall. Then my door flew open and my dad came in at a sprint. He beat the ever-living sh*t out of me.
My parents had never grounded me before, that wasn’t their style. They were from Italy and didn’t spare the rod. But this time they grounded me for the rest of the year. It was rough.
Anyway, I told you all that so I could tell you this: The reason we’re no longer friends. The other 5 guys all went to the same high school, but I went to a prep school about an hour away. Over the months leading up to our court date, it turns out that those 5 guys and their mothers had all been meeting with lawyers and decided that when we went to court, they would all say that it was my idea. They told the judge that I brought the beer (even though my mother testified that she drove me there and I had nothing with me. Not to mention that my parents never drank beer so there was none in our house). One at a time, they each told the judge that it had been my idea to take the car out and give the police officer a fake name. Luckily the judge was savvy enough to figure out what was happening and he called out the other boys and their mothers for being disgusting backstabbing pieces of sh*t. So that was nice.
When I was in kindergarten I was bullied really badly, I’d spend outside time crying behind a shed but this girl came up to me one day and asked me to play with her, we became really good friends. When I was 9 my parents divorced and I moved 1 and a half hours’ drive away but she’d come over all the time for a sleepover and the other way around.
We were about 11/12 years old when one night she was staying over and at around 12 am my mom came into my room and told us to get dressed cause we were going to my friend’s house. After that, her parents didn’t want her around me anymore.
5 years later I found out it was because my abusive father had been harassing my mom that whole night and then called her in a rage to tell her he was on his way to come beat her up and my mom of course didn’t want us to witness that.
We both joined a big tech company after college. Every time we tried to hang out, talking to him was less and less like talking to the unique person I looked up to and whom I was happy to be in my life, and more like [tech company employee #42069] who drank the Kool-aid and had nothing to talk about outside of work. I get this happens after college, but this was < 12 months after we joined the company. Didn’t help that he had zero vocal inflection except when talking about how much work he had, in which case he looked visibly distressed.
We slowly talked less and less and we haven’t talked in over a year.
She and I drifted apart mostly because of our views on life. She felt that we’re all going to die anyway, so why try for a nice job, house, car, etc… if you can’t take them with you after death.
Along with this, she started mooching off of me. She’d invite me to dinner and then after ordering she’d say “Oh by the way I don’t have any money so you’re paying”. Or we’d meet out at a bar and she’d tell me to give her money so she could buy a drink.
After years and years of this piling up, I just had it and just cut ties.
I still miss how close we were, but it wasn’t a fair and equal friendship.
She plotted with my ex-husband to get custody of my kids behind my back.
It didn’t work because they’re both losers.
So, I came home for my first Christmas after being stationed across the country. Super excited to see my friends and more so my best friend and her family. I went to their house. My BFF was acting super strange and wouldn’t look me in the eye or talk directly to me. Didn’t really hear from her afterwards which is unusual. A few days later I was doing the ‘ol FB scroll and saw she has been dating my ex-boyfriend (she posted their first Christmas couple pictures). Tried to have a conversation about it and tell her that it was seriously okay. And during that conversation, she decided she would rather cut me out of her life than keep me in it. I’m guessing she was ashamed and/or didn’t want to deal with the awkward piece (me), so, she can have whatever vision of perfectness she wanted at the time.
She started demanding that I reply to her texts within 10 minutes, and asked me to call her “master” or “seme” (Which means something like the dominant partner in Japanese, I think) We are both girls, I am straight and we were never involved romantically. It’s like she changed completely in the span of like 2 months.
We were best friends for five years, in fact even now I can’t think of one single person who has ever impacted my life as much as he did.
About a year ago I introduced him to a friend of mine and they hit it off really well. Eventually, I start finding out that they’d been making plans purposefully exclude me, and when I do get invited it was typically out of pity and I was always a third wheel. Always the punching bag of the group and just generally felt worthless. I had been slipping into depression for a bit but was able to manage it, but the way they treated me like absolute garbage just ruined me.
This guy who I had grown up with through middle and high school, was now turning into an intolerable prick that I felt like I had never known. All as a result of being influenced by this guy that I introduced him to. I will never forget the day I called him out on this and his words to me were:
“Sorry, I guess I just outgrew you.”
I was done after that. Every ounce of friendship we had meant nothing to me from that point on.
There is a happy(ish) ending to all this though. I ended up beating my depression and came out of it a stronger person. While I still don’t talk to this guy much anymore, we are on pretty friendly terms with each other and have peacefully gone our separate ways. I don’t hold anything against him anymore and wish him all the luck in the world.
We grew up the same but went in different directions as adults. The final straw was when she called in the middle of the night insisting she needed a ride from a sketchy part of town. She kept insisting my husband had to be the one to come get her, I fully believe she was setting him up to be robbed. She was into dr*gs and owed people money and did time in Texas. She still hasn’t gotten her sh*t together.
He joined the Marines and found a brotherhood and friendship that made ours pale in comparison. It sucks but I’m sure America got one heck of an awesome Marine.
Friends for 23 years, since we were 7. He got married to his high school sweetheart, had kids, is a pastor and EMT driver now in my hometown. I moved to Austin, go out and partied all the time, attempting a stand-up career. We went down our own paths. Never argued or anything, and we talk about it once every 2 years now. Can’t blame the guy for not keeping in touch. I’d still do anything for the guy and his family, without hesitation.
Basically the clean, respected pastor and family man vs me, the degenerate single guy who drinks too much.
We were best friends throughout my last years of high school and then we fell for each other. It was my first time falling in love, I was scared but I knew I was ready because she made me feel ‘whole’. We went on a holiday to Greece together just after graduating, weeks after getting together and long story short she met a ‘lad’ – who was a friend of a friend. He came out with us every night and they started texting in bed (whilst I was beside her), talking, and seeing each other. No amount of tears from me would stop her, but I was so young, confused and in love I didn’t know how to respect myself yet.
A week of tears later, we arrive back in London and she tells me she can’t do ‘this’ and I break down. A week later he’s in London visiting her and going clubbing with all my friends and her.
I was so d*mn in love I let it go on for a year, she would see me on the side and then see this guy. I loved her, she was my entire life and I hated myself for letting her do that to me but I couldn’t let go of her, she meant too much. The thing is as well, she would manipulate me into thinking she ‘needed help’ and that it was a phase, and that she would “always love me” and that “someday we’ll be together, you’re the love of my life”.
Anyways, in a bout of near-suicidal depression, I got a therapist and told her I’d see and talk to her less as I was trying to get better (mostly for my studies). This annoyed her as she lost a bit of control over me and blocked me on all social media. She then proceeded to tell everyone I know that I emotionally abused her and that I was scum and I never cared about her.
So that’s how I lost my best friend. I think about her sometimes and wonder if she’ll ever realise the pain she caused me. I just hope that she can be happy and find love because that isn’t the behaviour of someone who loves themselves or respects anyone else.
I’ve known him for 15 years. We both got married around the same time. Our wife’s both got pregnant around the same. But his daughter died a few days after birth and ours didn’t. I was there for him as much as I could, especially since we live in different states now. But things just haven’t been the same since. It was a huge loss for them. I don’t want to imagine the pain. But I think it just made it difficult for them to be happy for us. I think it’ll be better in the near future. But it’s been slow and steady.
His family was very disrespectful to me. It was when I still was a teenager. They didn’t like that I talked very slowly. At some point, he casually talked about the slow talking. I never knew it before. No one told me except for them. They were twins. From that moment it went downhill very quickly. I was extremely self-conscious. I didn’t have much to say anymore. I wasn’t as active when hanging out with them. I tried to talk faster but barely anyone would understand me.
We slowly drifted away. If I made a conscious effort. Like really try. We would still be friends. Some things weren’t meant to last.
She got mad at me for getting a boyfriend, although I’m not exactly sure why she got so mad. She got some random person to email my parents telling them that I was being groomed by a paedophile and was sending nudes (wasn’t but regardless I was 20 at the time so doesn’t even make sense). She kept harassing me and my parents. She told my boyfriend that I’d been sleeping with people that I was never even involved with. She got some girl involved who I’d never even met and both of them made fun of our relationship because it was long distance. Then she gave this girl my phone number and she started calling me and harassing me over the phone and threatening to come to my house to “beat me up” (bearing in mind this girl had a young child and we were all adults). I just laughed it off and said “Come then but I’m not letting you in”. Blocked everyone’s numbers and threatened to call the police, which I think settled this girl down because she’d been in trouble before and thought they had concerns about her child. She then started coming to my work but I’m unsure if it was deliberate and if my ex-friend had told her I work there or if it was a coincidence.
I wouldn’t mind all that had I actually done something wrong but all that happened was I told her I was getting with this guy and then she just flipped. It sucks because it completely destroyed our friendship group.
I had a horrible ex-boyfriend that I had to take to court for a restraining order. I asked my friend to come testify for me and she told me she would only do it if the court forced her to because her mom told her it was a bad idea. She was 24, married and had a child but still let her mom tell her what to do. The day I went to court she didn’t even call me to ask about it. I was not granted the restraining order so I was a mess. She called me a month later to tell me her good news (she was pregnant again). Haven’t talked to her since.
