These folks from around the world recently went online to share stories of friends who betrayed them, destroying their bond forever. We hope these things never happen to you!
47. We gave him a gift and he stole
We (my husband and I) had a friend that we helped get back on his feet. Paid off some tickets he had. Got his license reinstated. Hooked him up with a solid connection for a reasonable, well running car to replace his beater… AND gave him a place to live and a job (automotive repair).
The problem is that the closeness you have to the person blinds you to the idea they could do anything so terrible. Love makes fools of us all, I guess.
My mother told me she was sick of being with dad. She told me a bunch of things he’d done which made her afraid of him. She asked me to tell a few of her close friends about how she was being treated, because she wanted them to understand why she was leaving.
My best friend since fourth grade, called her my soul sister. I genuinely was so grateful to have what I thought our friendship was. She fell on hard times, got weirdly religious, and stopped working while going to a private university. I was always there for her, shoulder to cry on, visited her all the time because she didn’t have any friends and I knew she was lonely, helped her with groceries and rent, helped her family out.
Asked two of my friends if they wanted to live together in college. Then one of them asked another person in our friend group if he wanted to join in as well. Then they asked another… and another. And then once there were too many people for one apartment, they dropped me out of it.
I had one friend who honestly wasn’t my favorite person because she was really manipulative, but I never said anything bad about her. I found out that she had been crap talking me to all of our mutual friends and telling them all that I did horrible things that I never did. Ended up essentially being pushed out of that entire friend group and it ruined a lot of my high school experience.
I had one friend. I was bullied by everyone at elementary school. Because my friend would be bullied too when they hung out with me at school, we only played outside of school.
I had some “friends” who were always talking crap about me (found out from another good friend). One day I came to school in my brand new jeans that cost me around $150 and they put glue on my chair while I was in the bathroom. I sat on it. I asked which one of them did it, none of them said a word.
One time I got beat up in school and nobody cared. In fact, these kids were literally cheering I got beat up in the classroom and we had an idiotic substitute that wasn’t doing anything. I told the principal about it, and she called some of the other students into her office. They all either denied it or said I was the one who beat up the other kid.
So I told the principal to call my only friend in from that classroom but then he ended up saying nothing and making fun of me for getting suspended.
Unfortunately, this incident has happened more than once. I don’t associate with those friends anymore.
For several years, I was best friends with two other girls in my elementary school. We always hung out together at school and outside of school. When I was 10, I befriended a nice boy in my class and rumours started circling that he was my boyfriend (he was not). However, they got jealous that I was spending time with him and befriended some kids who liked to tease me.
A ‘quiet’ girl I made ‘friends’ with would only sit with me in class just so she could go snitch about me to my mean girl ex friends. She would literally sit next to me for one or two classes (randomly) then go sit with them (later).
When I was around 16 I came out to my best friend as bisexual. I have been attracted to women since a very young age amd was ready to open myself to a same sex relationship. A week later all of our friends were being particularly nasty to me and I couldn’t figure out why. Turns out my “best friend” had told everyone SHE was bisexual and that I hated her because of it.
His wife (also close friend to me) died. He slowly cut everyone from his old life away to avoid dealing with her death, I was the last man left and he just stopped talking to me. 15 years of friendship with both his wife and him, I lost both the day she died, I just didn’t know I lost him until 6 months later.
I had a college roommate who had been a high school best friend. He was sometimes a jerk, particularly when he was partying. One night we had both been drinking. I’m not exactly sure what was said, but he left the room, and apparently went and peed on my bed. He then left the room and went to a mutual friend’s dorm. I went and watched my sheets and flipped my mattress over, then poured a bunch of water all over his bed and put a nice looking lump of peanut butter on his pillow (I couldn’t bring myself to actually pee on his stuff). Then, I went to our friend’s place where folks were hanging out.
He had this sly look on his face when I came in and he made a comment about peeing on my bed. I told him that he was a moron for doing that and then leaving the dorm with his room unlocked. The look on his face flipped in a second and he ran out of there. I had locked my door, so I had a good laugh about it and brushed it off.
When I went back to my room later, I discovered that he had gotten into my room. (I later found out he had gone to an RA, told them he lived in my room and was locked out, and they unlocked my door for him and left him alone. WTF.) He peed on my bed (again), peed on my cell phone, peed on my computer, and peed in a bottle of pills (that I had a prescription for). Hundreds of dollars of damage.
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But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was that, while I was dealing with the fallout, he was hanging out with our mutual friends and a group of girls we were all friendly with. I don’t know what he told them, but none of them would even speak to me afterward. They wouldn’t even tell me why they weren’t speaking to me. He decided that he was just going to ignore me and our mutual friend/roomate and pretend we didn’t exist for the rest of the year. He poisoned my relationship with high school friends, and new college friends, and after an evening in which he did the most vile stuff I have ever experienced. And I couldn’t even bring myself to pee on his bed.
He has reached out to me over the 15 or so years since then. In big groups I can be polite, but this is the only person I have ever not been able to forgive. To rub salt in the wound, he is still friends with a girl I was crushing on at the time, and who I know had been attracted to me as well. She was a part of the group that never spoke to me again, and it has to be because of a lie he told her.
Also, he continued to leverage the relationship he had developed with a relative of mine who was kind of a big deal at the university and in the town. My relative would tell us to get together and work things out, and I would say I can’t do that and ask him to cut off contact. He thought we were just in a spat or something, and kept trying to be a mediator. While continuing to help my “friend” and get him into programs at the school, and jobs afterward.