Oh boy. I had this friend who I used to shoot my guns with all the time. We were out in a field one day shooting my at targets and this dummy notices a deer and decided, “Hey I should shoot that!” So what does the crap head do? Poached a deer with my gun. I had a game warden show up at my house a week later asking about it, and I just ended up telling him the truth. Luckily he didn’t confiscate my rifle. Went right over to my friend’s house and told him to get bent. There’s no doubt he called the warden on me — they don’t go looking for clues. Haven’t talked to him since.
In Grade 5 we had a “name the fish” competition and the money went to the children’s hospital. I entered the names “Hope, Faith and Charity” for the three fish. Shortly after I entered my names, I told my “best friend” the names I had entered for the fish. At the school assembly where they were announcing the winners, I knew I had a shot so I was so excited when they said “THE WINNER OF THE NAME THE FISH COMPETETION, WITH THE ENTERED NAMES OF HOPE, FAITH, AND CHARITY, IS [FRIEND]!” Oh yeah, she stole my names and won the prize, which was a 1kg block of chocolate which she wasn’t allowed to eat anyway because her mum had her on a strict diet because of her diabetes. To top the story off, knowing she had backstabbed me, she offered her chocolate to everyone else but me. By the way if you’re wondering how they didn’t notice we both submitted the same names… her older sister was on student council and ran the competition. Total inside job.
He moved 1,300 miles away. After he got there he was bored with his life and begged me to move out there with him. It took me a few months to save up the money. By the time I got there he had a girlfriend living with him. I became the 3rd wheel. He no longer really wanted to spend time with me, in favor of her instead. I was sleeping on his couch in his living room that was basically just a big toilet for his German Shepard. It smelled so bad and he made no effort to clean it or keep it from happening. Then the dog chewed my eyeglasses up and I yelled at the dog in anger because I couldn’t afford a new pair and was feeling very downtrodden by life. His girlfriend flipped out about me screaming at the dog and didn’t like me anymore. He became more distant toward me to appease her. I was having a hard time finding more than part time work. All of my money was going to them to pay my share of rent. Most days I couldn’t even afford to eat. Then I caught him stealing from me. Any sliver of friendship we had left ended that moment. I left town a week later and haven’t spoken to him since. It’s been 10 years now. He came back to town a few years later and wanted to be friends again. I had put up with too much BS from him before all that happened and felt utterly betrayed by him when I was down-and-out due to him and really needed a friend. So I did not forgive, I did not rekindle that friendship.
Had a dear friend who was very into holistic healing. My daughter was diagnosed with asthma. We, of course, got her all set up with an inhaler and anything else the doctor recommended. My friend was convinced she could heal my daughter with some sort of herbal treatment and bee stings (not caring at all that my daughter is allergic to bees). I was very clear with her to stay out of this, and she told me I was killing my child, I’d been corrupted by big pharma, etc. My daughter has a horrible asthma attack soon after this discussion, her meds do nothing, we end up in the hospital with my child unconscious. To make a long, painful, story short, it comes to light my “friend” had tampered with my daughter’s asthma inhalers and her nebulizer to prove to us the medications weren’t actually helping her. Needless to say this was the end of the relationship. I called police who said there was not enough evidence to arrest her, and I retained a lawyer who said I had no case. Word of her heinous actions did spread fast and she became such a pariah that I heard rumors she ultimately moved.
This was my best friend in high school, and we went to different colleges. She was very controlling and competitive, so she was not pleased when I came to visit her with my new closest friend freshman year and realized that the new friend and I had more in common and got along better than she and I ever did. The next week she called my super strict parents and told them that I was out partying all nights of the week, completely out of control, frying my brain. She also told them that it was all because of my new friend that she was jealous of. My parents freaked right out and gave me an intervention and the whole thing really messed up my relationship with them. I don’t know how she thought that little stunt would play out but I haven’t spoken to her since.
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 constantly go over what I should have done differently. I miss my friends… We both had kids around the same time. My son still asks when we are going to see his daughters next. It’s hard to tell him he probably won’t ever see them again.
My “best friend” and I worked together for 3 years at a restaurant. I was the night manager and was really cool with all of the employees, but especially her. We hung out outside of work all the time, she went with me to the beach and carnivals with my kids, who adored her. She started dating this guy at work who was developing substance abuse issues. I could see it (my addict aunt made it easy to spot) but no one else could. After he messed up for the 10th time in a week and started nodding out at the sink, he was fired by my boss on a Saturday. The following Monday night, at closing time, he came in the back door wearing a ski mask. I was walking towards the front door to lock it when I was grabbed from behind and felt something cold against my neck. It took me a second to realize it was a knife. He said “get me the money” but I couldn’t move. I was literally paralyzed with fear. My brain was screaming at me to move towards the register but my feet just wouldn’t move. He screamed “give me the money” again but I was frozen. He then dragged me to the register, made me open it, grabbed a fistful of 20’s and ran out the back. My best friend at the time this whole thing went down? Conveniently, in the bathroom. I was still in shock trying to explain to the police on the phone what had just happened. When I hung up the phone, she asked what had happened and I told her I had just been robbed at knifepoint. Her exact response was “I hope no one thinks I had anything to do with this.” Long story short, they find the guy (I told them I recognized his voice) and he rats her out on the set up (the “set up” was her texting him an all clear when only she and I were in the building). He didn’t have to though, she quit the next day. And stopped replying to my texts. When I found out I was heartbroken. This is someone who was around my kids regularly. The amount of money my life was worth to them? $440. The punishment they received? He got 2 years in jail, 50 years suspended. 1 year of probation. She got 1 year probation. I had to quit the job I had over a decade because I couldn’t stand being in there anymore.
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. 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.
He threw 20 years of friendship away for a woman who neither of us even liked that much. We’ve both had plenty of girlfriends and were best friends for the longest time, everything was always great. He went through a bad breakup and we were partying a lot. So then I started to get to know this chick that we both knew pretty well, she was okay. Me and her were always in a weird limbo, hot cold, hookup/not talk type thing. And I was planning on just ditching her altogether and not waste my time on it, but it turns out he was getting with her the entire time and I only found out about it because mutual friends filled me in. I wasn’t even upset — he could’ve easily been like “dude I’m banging her,” no biggie. But he kept pushing me onto her whenever I would tell him I’m about to drop her fully, cause it just wasn’t working between us. He would try and push for me to keep trying and that we “would be perfect for each other.” (Thinking about it now maybe he thought I was lonely or something and “needed” this relationship.) When I confronted him about it, I didn’t even do it in an angry way. I was just confused why he wasn’t just upfront about it. I really didn’t even like her that much, he and I were practically brothers, you couldn’t get closer… or so I thought. So after that all happened our mutual friends refused to hangout with him because he was a scumbag in their eyes and we eventually just drifted apart then he moved, no idea where he is or how he is doing. It’s sad how things can work out in life. I considered him a brother.