In the age of Facebook friends and Twitter followers, it can sometimes be hard to tell who your true friends are. These people all thought they had a friend to the end, but one moment brought that friendship crumbling down. With friends like these, who needs enemies?
He Kicked Her Out Because “It Was Too Much Like We Were Dating”
“I had a miscarriage at six months. It was his child. He didn’t visit me at the hospital, but he let me stay in his room for two days while I tried to cope with what had happened. He never talked about it with me and kicked me out after those two days because ‘it was too much like we were dating.’ I try not to speak with him very often.”
“I Just Thought We Were Closer Friends Than That…”
“Friend of twelve years called me the night his father committed suicide, I was the only person there that night that wasn’t direct family. I cleaned up the mess left behind by the paramedics and buried his dog that night so that the family wouldn’t have to experience that as well (his father shot the dog too).
Now I can’t get him to leave World of Warcraft for a single night out of the month and only found out about his recent engagement second hand. Not angry at him, I just thought we were closer friends than that.”
A Stranger Was A Better Friend Than His Actual “Friend”
“In college, my sister came to visit (we are twins). We had some drinks in my dorm room with some of my friends. I was busy playing party host and did not notice my ‘friend’ leave with my sister back to his dorm room. Someone told me a few minutes later and I opened my door and was greeted by a guy I sort of knew from some classes, walking down the hallway with my sister slung over his one shoulder and dragging my unconscious, bleeding ‘friend’ by his shirt collar.
Our dorm was actually two separate dorms connected by a joint lobby and cafeteria. This guy had been walking through the lobby coming home from work and had seen my ‘friend’ dragging my sister over to his dorm room. He beat the s— out of him and dragged his unconscious body to my dorm room door. We instantly became best friends. We roomed together every year after that, joined the Army together and fought in Iraq and Afghanistan together.
As for the ‘friend,’ my new friend and I spent every weekend for the next four years pissing on plates, freezing them, and sliding them under his dorm room/apartment door.”
30 Years Of Friendship, And This Is What He Got Out Of It
“30 year friendship, we called each other brothers. We met when he was 10 (a friend of my young cousin) and I was 15. He had a crappy family and was taken into our own.
He was welcomed at the dinner table with four generations of my family, in all our homes.
He backed a truck up to my auto shop while I was in another county, closing on my new farm, and robbed me blind. He had two other people with him, ostensibly to help load the 1,000lb stainless steel freezer/cooler/8 foot countertop combo that was destined for my new farm’s kitchen. Also, he cut the catalytic converters from five of my customers’ cars.
My mentally challenged sister had stopped by the shop to see me and instead saw him loading the truck. He told her he was helping me move. She is bipolar and schizophrenic, and also a drug user. I had not seen him in a week or so before this happened, nor since.
The detective revealed that my friend had been questioned and admitted to the theft, but that my sister would have to testify, as she was the only witness. She was nowhere to be found at court time, so he received a disturbing the peace charge with a $150 fine.”
“It’s Clear He Doesn’t Want A Closer Friendship”
“A(n allegedly) close friend of mine (we have known each other since our freshman year – that was almost 14 years ago) was about to marry his girlfriend of almost a decade. I was really happy for them and said I was looking forward to seeing them exchange rings.
‘Yeah, about that…’ he said. He explained that their families were rather large, and it was already getting pretty expensive and they really had to make ends meet and…
I interrupted him, ‘Long story short… I’m not invited?’
‘Yeah.’ He said that they would have loved to have me, in fact, they would have loved to have all their friends around them, I wasn’t the only one excluded. The ceremony was just family and they would have a party at some other date to celebrate with everyone else.
Truth be told – it did hurt. But I told him that I understood. Yes, weddings are very expensive and, after all, it is their party.
A week later, a common friend (let’s call him J) showed up. ‘X, Y and I are putting some money together for a wedding present – wanna join in?’
‘Nah, I’ll give them something personal. Besides, I only give presents on parties where I’m actually there and the second party hasn’t been announced.’
‘Oh… you aren’t going? But it will be a great wedding!’
Yes, I still didn’t get the hint. ‘Well, it’s only family, so I’m not invited.’
‘Well, I am invited. And X is coming… and Y… and Z is the bride’s maid of honor… probably they just made a mistake.’
‘No. They were quite explicit about it.’
So yeah. Later the groom explained that they couldn’t have excluded THESE friends because they are ALMOST family and they had promised LONG AGO to give them offices during the wedding. And as a matter of diplomacy and courtesy, I let the topic be. But I did feel like a true and utter a–. Especially when I saw the photos of the wedding and recognized half of our ‘old clique.’
From this point on, it only got worse. We used to be co-workers (he even was my supervisor at one point). Since I moved to another part of the country, he doesn’t answer emails. When I saw him again in February, I had a lovely talk with his wife while he actively avoided me. And the usual invite to his birthday party in March was lost in the mail, I guess.
The after party never came, by the way.
I don’t wish him ill and I still regard him to be at least a ‘remote friend,’ given our past. But it’s clear that he doesn’t want a closer friendship than that. I don’t mind – there are lots of people I know who don’t want a closer friendship. But I kinda feel that this was a d— move.”
“Your Drinking Pals Don’t REALLY Want You To Quit”
“I quit drinking. Now people I considered family two years ago are completely gone from my life. Some of these were people I had known for more than seven years and some for twice that. What’s funny was, most of them had suggested through the years that I should get some help. Your drinking pals don’t really want you to quit. Not ever. Something I did learn though: If you work regularly, pay your bills, save and spend wisely, you don’t have to worry about friends. Friends will happen.”
Be Careful Who You Share Bad News With…
“I was a junior in university. The two years prior were very depressing: I sucked at being a freshman and did not go out at all, I was so socially inept that I didn’t talk to anyone, and so on. Fast forward to junior year, I become very anxious and stressed. I failed all of my classes and withdrew from school.
In my mind, it was the end. I did not know what to do. I’d never felt so aimless. I came home and talked to the one person I still kept in touch with from high school. I told him how I felt at university and that it just wasn’t working out, that I might continue at a community college, but I wasn’t sure at all. He listened and I thought, it’s going alright. He was the only person I told.
A few weeks later, I was talking to a mutual friend of ours who I shared a community college class with (I took general education classes at community college in the interim). She asked me about my situation and I confessed and told her. I asked her how she knew. Well, my friend had called to gossip to mutual friends (it was on speaker according to her) that I dropped out of university and am now in community college. She tells me that they were laughing the entire time.
I’ve never felt such a violation of trust. He was the only person apart from my parents that I looked to for support. Instead, he embarrassed me. Up to that point, I considered him my best friend.”
They Only Wanted To Be Friends For One Reason
“My wife is quite a looker. I’m happy to say I punched way above my weight class when I married her. Unsurprisingly, with few exceptions, all of her male friends and best friends suddenly disappeared when we got serious. Many deleted her off Skype, most unfriended her on Facebook, and they all stopped talking to her. She couldn’t understand what she’d done wrong. It was only later that she realized that they were only ‘friends’ with her because they thought they stood a chance. C’est la vie.”
Why Alcohol And Teen Hormones Don’t Mix
“I was at a party with a group of friends that I had known for about six or so years. It was an outdoor party and I was off talking with a guy I knew on the far side of the large back yard we were in.
Unbeknownst to me, my boyfriend at the time had been chugging a large bottle of wine, got a bit too drunk, and expressed some sentiment of jealousy about me talking to my guy friend in the vicinity of two other guys in the group of friends.
So there I was, hanging out, having a jolly carefree time, when I heard someone yell from across the field, ‘Hey, watcha doing?’
I playfully replied, ‘Huntin’ wabbits!’ After all, up until this point we had all been having a goofy fun time yelling all kinds of silly stuff.
Suddenly I see these two guys walking REALLY FAST through the field towards me and my buddy. Keep in mind, these are two people that I had thought to be friends of mine and had considered them so for many years at this point. When they get about half way across the field, I heard them start yelling, ‘Get the f— off my property!’ I thought they were joking around until they got closer and started screaming in both our faces that we ‘need to get the f— off their property, right now!’ I was beyond bewildered and confused and started trying to talk to them to figure out what was going on or why they were inexplicably angry. One of the dudes was trying to kick my friend’s a–. My friend happened to be extremely skinny and could have been easily pounded into oblivion by this fellow. Still, without having any clue what is going on, I find myself in the position of protecting my friend from getting beat to h—. I was physically standing between this guy and him, screaming to know what the h— was going on and why they were doing this.
They continued to scream some of the most hateful words I have ever heard from someone in my face and then took me by the arm and physically pulled me across the field. The field had a small barbed wire fence in the middle that you have to step over to get to the other side. They pulled me THROUGH the barbed wire fence, creating several deep gouges up to 14 inches long on my exposed legs (I was wearing shorts). They physically pushed me onto the ground in their driveway and with a final, ‘Get the f— out,’ and walked back to the party.
I was left standing there crying, bleeding, shaking, and beyond confused as to why or what exactly just happened. All I found out later was that my drunk boyfriend made an offhand comment about being jealous of the guy I was talking to, and apparently, the two were also drunk and inexplicably flipped their lids.
I saw one of the guys about a year later. He actually came up to me at a bar, tried to buy me a shot and said something along the lines of, ‘I was really drunk, s— happens, you understand right?’
No, I think not. I turned down his gesture, did not say a word and left.
Needless to say, I never set foot anywhere near those psychotic a–holes again.”
When You’re Down, You Know Who Your True Friends Are
“When you lose your job, you know who your friends truly are. I never needed money during my year of unemployment, so there was no issue of me being a money sucker or a mooch. But those people who care about appearances sure as s— bailed.
When I started working again and was making great coin, they reappeared. F— them and those like them. I haven’t let them back into my life and I am better for it.
My true friends helped me network, helped me practice interviewing and looked over my resume, etc…The folks who will be seen with you while you are down…they are your friends.”
“I’d Rather Gouge My Own Eyes Out With A Spoon”
“A really close friend of mine posted this long rant about how miserable she was with her life. Being one of her best friends, I left her a message letting her know that I’m always there if she wants to talk or something. Two days later, she answered with, ‘I’d rather gouge my own eyes out with a spoon. F— off.’ Okay, what the hell? I ask her if I had done something to piss her off and she tells me ‘No, my problems are my own, just f— off.’ Haven’t spoken to her since.”
You Know The Beef Is Real When the Local Newspaper Gets Involved
“I unwittingly exposed the filthy conditions of our kids’ elementary school to the press when I complained to our school board and asked for an additional full time janitor. She was embarrassed and tried to make it out like I was lying. She had been the PTO president a few months prior, so I guess she felt it reflected poorly on her legacy.
So she wrote a letter to the local newspaper trying to discredit me.
The local newspaper published her letter. I had pictures that I had taken to show the school board, so the truth was undeniable in the end. The school got a new janitor, by the way.”
He Was A Pallbearer At Her Dad’ Funeral And She Wouldn’t Even Pick Him Up From The Hospital
“I was close to this girl that used to come through the coffee shop I worked at while I was also working on my multiple undergrads. I never spent much time with her family — I was ten years older than her and we were just friends.
When her dad died suddenly, she asked me to be a pallbearer at his funeral. I was touched, it was a tremendous thing for me to be chosen to walk her daddy’s body to his final resting place. She said I was chosen because I was so important to her. A year or so passed, I graduated and was accepted to the Peace Corps, so I said goodbye.
Anyway, after I got back from Peace Corps, I reconnected with her after I got back to town. I’d had problems with bleeding internally since I’d returned, and had to have surgery (I was medevacked out and required multiple surgeries). We’d been staying in touch via email, but I also saw her from time to time at the coffee shop where she now worked. In my emails to her, I explained that I was bleeding internally, and needed surgery to hopefully fix things.
Because I was undergoing surgery and would be under a general anesthetic, I was told that I would need someone to pick me up in order to be discharged, and I would also need someone to stay with me for 24 hours in case I developed a post-op infection. I sent her several emails asking her to do this for me but didn’t hear back from her.
I got an email from her a day or so before my surgery, in which she asked me about my internal bleeding and what ever happened to it. It was a reply to my email asking her for help, post-op.
Instead of her helping me, I got a buddy from work to pick me up after surgery, and since he couldn’t stick around, I spent the night alone, in horrible pain, crying and vomiting yellow goop in the shower. It was one of the loneliest nights of my life.
Later, she moved to San Francisco, and although I’ve emailed her a few times, she refuses to reply.”
Her “Bestie” Did What?
“I’m in a sorority. It isn’t a social sorority, but we do have social events that are mandatory to go to. Anyway, I like planning stuff with the girls outside of these things because mandatory hangout time isn’t as fun as optional hangout time. I do understand that when it’s optional, they don’t have to go.
Anyway, it generally was successful with a lot of girls showing up and enjoying themselves. After the fourth or fifth hangout I planned, it just became a tradition. We’d go to the local coffee place and talk and play board games and gossip.
One day I went and no one showed up. I texted a few girls and it turned out one of the other girls in the sorority, who I thought I was closest to in the group, planned an outing where they all went to her apartment and had dinner, a movie and ‘a girls night.’ It completely escaped anyone’s mind to invite me. I felt like it was a mistake and the few girls I texted told me I should just come over.
I drive the 15 minutes to her apartment, let myself in and, I s— you not, my ‘bestie’ is in the middle of saying how full of myself I am and how she can’t believe how many people fall for how fake I am. It was like it was just lifted out of a movie.”
“Never Hang Out With Friends Who Make You A Worse Person”
“I used to play football in high school and I started hanging out with the ‘popular’ crowd. I started drinking A LOT more, as well as doing other drugs. I was a really good student (I had been going to my local state school for college classes since I was a sophomore), but I was skipping class, never doing assignments, and generally throwing my potential down the drain.
One day early in my senior year, I realized I had to stop drinking because I didn’t want to turn into an alcoholic like my dad. Long story short, when I stopped going to parties, bonfires, get togethers, etc. because I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle the temptation, my friends pretty much abandoned me and treated me like s— for the rest of my senior year. I had supposedly gone anti-social. I have never been able to reconnect with the friends I used to have before these ‘popular’ d—bags, and it sucks.
My stupidity with school cost me a chance at getting enough scholarship money to go to my school of choice for college. Even worse, it affected my college GPA, pretty much costing me a chance at my dream law school, Harvard. I share this experience in the hope that others will say, ‘Oh s—, I have to keep my life on track or else I’ll f— over my future.” Never hang out with friends that make you a worse person.”
“It’s Been Two Years And People Still Ask Me What Happened”
“I was best friends with a guy all throughout middle and high school. We did almost everything together. We were both in theater, speech, and debate. We had a lot of the same classes, and he lived nearby, so I would always give him rides and such. If I had to choose one person to stay in touch with from high school and never talk to anyone else again, it would have been him.
Flash forward to a few weeks into freshman year of college. I notice I am no longer his friend on Facebook…so I text…and Facebook message…and finally, I call him and leave him a message demanding to know what the h— was going on. He texted me back, ‘I don’t want to be friends anymore.’
So I replied, ‘I don’t understand, but if that is what you want, fine.’
Barely spoken to him since. We both go help our high school speech and debate competitions, and don’t say more than ‘Hi’ or ‘Bye.’ He spread rumors that I was overreacting and that he tried to convince me it was a joke, but I was being a little b—-. I lost friends over this. I pretty much don’t talk to anyone from high school but three girls that never really interacted with him. It has been two years, and people still bring it up to me and ask me what happened…”
“I Realized That She Was The One Making Me Unhappy”
“I had this toxic friend all throughout high school, who would constantly make digs about my appearance, social skills, lack of boyfriends (I should have realized then, but I was an idiot and she was the only person I could really call a friend at all). When I did meet someone, she took an immediate dislike to him, despite the fact that he made me so happy and got me to open up and enjoy life more. She kept making fun of the fact I wanted to study hard to go to college rather than stay in my s—ty town forever.
The moment I really realized though was when we were hanging out and she said, ‘I think you should break up with John, he’s not good for you and there’s no way you’ll be able to stay together throughout university. Trust me, I know men and they’re all the same.’ I realized that she was the one making me unhappy. I’m still with my boyfriend three years later.”
“I Just Got Tired Of Feeling Like I Was Competing In A Contest I Didn’t Care About”
“I had known this girl since I was 13. We became best friends over many years. As we got into our 20’s, I noticed she’d only come around a lot when her life was going really good. She’d really rub it in how great things were for her, especially if things were not so great for me. Now that she’s getting divorced and her life is not so great, she won’t talk to me.
Here’s the thing: we made two different life choices. I chose to be a stay at home mom and wife, she took a more adventurous route. She’s done a lot in the music industry. But, on more than one occasion, she has hinted that my life choices were not as good as her’s since I don’t hang out with famous people, go backstage to every concert, or go out and party all night. She basically stays away until she’s hooked up with the next ‘he was famous 10 years ago’ guy or she’s been promised this great job that never happens. I just got tired of feeling like I was competing in a contest I didn’t care about.
I do miss my friend, but I don’t miss what she turned into over the past six years.”
It Only Takes One Moment For Friends To Become Enemies
“The first day of 6th grade I met ‘Kris.’ We slowly grew to be great friends in school, and finally toward the end of the year we started hanging out outside of school. When the year ended, we even hung out a bunch of times over the summer, I even went to the water park with his family once. Then the first day of 7th grade, I finally saw him in lunch and he was sitting at the ‘popular rich kids’ table. I remember walking up to him all eager and said, ‘Hi!’ He made fun of me and told everyone how poor I was to make his new friends laugh. I never felt so hurt and we quickly became enemies.”
“The Vibe In The Apartment Turned Sour And I Was Stuck In The Middle”
“I had a best friend who had just gone through a bad breakup and needed someone to move into her apartment to help her with rent. My boyfriend and I moved in and we all had a blast together for a few months. She and my boyfriend were close, but I never suspected anything. I worked six days a week and they were both unemployed, so they spent a lot of time together.
After a while, it was clear she and my boyfriend had some kind of a falling out because they both started to talk s— about each other when we were alone. It got to the point where we basically had to move out, because the vibe in the apartment was pretty sour and I was stuck in the middle. He vehemently denies anything weird went on, they were just friends and then she started to hate him.
Soon after we moved out, my boyfriend was diagnosed with lung cancer. She was basically the only person other than him that I knew in this city at the time, as I’m from the other side of the country. She was my only support, and I called her to let her know what was going on. Her response was that she didn’t want to deal with it, and she never spoke to me again.”