Unfortunately, not all friendships last forever. These people share why they unfriended their best friend. Content has been edited for clarity purposes.
Don’t Mess With Her Money
“My long time friend and I moved to Australia from the United States when we were 21. I was deathly afraid of airplanes at the time, so we took a month long boat ride. I paid her half with the agreement she would pay me back when we got there. She blew all her money on partying, and of course never paid me.
When I finally confronted her about it, she blamed me. She told me she wouldn’t owe me all this money if my we could have flown, and that it was not her fault my anxiety made us have to take a boat. We pretty much fell out after that.
I found out later how she had moved in to a house with a ton of girls and wasn’t paying rent. Apparently, she had actually put her phone on airplane mode and texted the main girl in the house asking her when and where she should pay.
It didn’t send obviously, but she had that as a back up so if they ever asked her for the money, she could say, ‘Well I thought I texted you.’
She was a total con man and never paid me back. Still owes me over a grand. I was gonna take her to small claims but she was such a nightmare to deal with. Plus, I knew she was broke and had thousands in collections from unpaid parking tickets.
But I cut her off cold turkey. It was sad because she was a good friend, but I hate when people mess with my money.”
“I Came Back To My Kid Crying”
“After high school, I was in a bad car wreck and got a decent settlement. My best friend had no problem hanging out with me for a year. I probably bought him a grand in meals. He never even entertained the idea of treating me. He actually owed me money that he never even tried to pay me back.
Later, he decided to make new best friends. He stopped asking for my time completely.
Then, he joined the Air Force and called me twice in four years. He also married someone he refused to discuss with me. I had to ask to get him to tell me her name. He didn’t offer a picture or anything. He even had a kid with her, too. Never bothered to entertain the thought of me meeting her.
I tried to involve him in my life when I settled down. He refused to make an effort to have conversation with my wife. He’d just give short answers, like he didn’t want to talk to her.
The last time I hung out with him, I had my infant son in a baby chair next to me. When I went to the bathroom, maybe for two minutes, I came back to my kid crying because he’d dropped his pacifier. My ‘friend’ was just watching him cry. That ticked me off.
Well, the final straw happened when I had an aneurysm and brain damage. When I shared my concerns online, he ghosted our relationship. We spoke on social media regularly before this.
I made a post saying, ‘I appreciated the people who had been giving me moral support and that I noted who disappeared on me.’
He unfriended me after that and we haven’t spoken in nearly ten years.”
Worst Girls Trip Ever
“I had a best friend I met in eighth grade. We never so much had a fight. Fast forward to us being 22 and in college, she married a mutual guy friend from our college. I was her maid of honor, everything was great.
A few months after the wedding, she and I planned a week-long trip to New York for my birthday. This was my first big trip away from my state, and we both spent loads of money to make it perfect; booked a beautiful hotel in the heart of Times Square, had fancy dinners reservations, and planned to go to high-end clubs.
On the first day, we unpacked and headed out for some shopping and drinks. At the bar, she was constantly flirting with anyone who would look her way. Not a big deal, so we continued the night. At our first club of the night, some ‘Doctor’ and his friend approached us. They ordered shots with us a few times, saying, ‘It’s on us.’
An hour or so went by, and my friend was now dancing with these men, kissing one of them, and inviting them both back to our hotel room.
Remember, she was married to one of my good friends. I had a boyfriend. This was never intended as part of our trip. It was a birthday/girls’ trip. So I took her aside and asked if this was really something she wanted to do being freshly married. She got incredibly offended and ran out of the doors of the club and across a busy New York Street at two am. While she disappeared, I was stuck with the bill. I saw the guys’ shots were on it, but I paid it just to get out of there.
I got stuck outside the club by two creepy men. They kept trying to get me to go with them in their car, but I kept refusing. I finally got an Uber and found my way back to the hotel. When I opened the door, my friend immediately gave me the cold shoulder.
I said, ‘You know, we have to talk about this to move on from it.’
And she blew up on me, saying, ‘You have no right to say what I can do with my life.’
I tried to explain to her how I was not judging her, but since both she and her husband were great friends of mine, I wouldn’t feel I was being a good friend to her if I didn’t say something to her about it privately.
She said, ‘Are you saying I’m a floozy?’
I said, ‘No, but basically.’
She then slapped me across the face as hard as she could and ran out of the room. I stood there with no movement in shock. I didn’t know what else to do, except to call my mom for advice.
Ten minutes later, security came to the hotel room. They told me how my name wasn’t on the hotel room, so my friend had the right to kick me out. ”
‘I’m sorry, what?’ I asked.
He told me he would watch me pack because I had to leave immediately.
I said, ‘You saw us check in together? This is our room? What are you talking about?’
At that moment, I saw my friend just staring at the floor, avoiding eye contact with me. She was the reason why I was forced to pack my bags and leave the room. They wouldn’t even let me stay in the hotel lobby either, as I was not a paying guest. That was because my friend booked it in her name, as I paid her my portion of the cost.
By the time I was outside of the hotel, I realized it was three am. It was officially my birthday and I had nowhere else to go. I just burst into tears. I ended up booking an earlier flight home. My original $90 round trip was now changed to a $600 flight home in two hours.
To make matters worse, I’m a type one diabetic, and given the sudden situation, I had no emergency supplies with me. The whole situation was terrifying.
I blocked her on everything when I got to the airport. Haven’t talked to her since. I heard from mutual friends she filed a police report in New York against me for hitting her. That hurt the most because it was so shocking to get slapped by her and I never even retaliated. So she lied and smeared my name even after all of it.
I spent thousands of dollars booking this trip and wasn’t even in New York for 24 hours.”
I Guess They Liked His Girlfriend More
“When I was still with the mother of my kids, I reconnected with my childhood best friend, whom was now dating my college sweetheart. It was just like the old days and my partner and his became good friends.
When my partner and I split up, I was heartbroken and naturally turned to him/them for support. Two months went by with a constant occurance of ‘We’re too busy to see you’. Eventually they came to my new place, so I cooked them dinner.
They made constant fun of how bare my house was. I was starting on my own from scratch and had very little furniture. They cracked jokes about sitting on the living room floor and me using a portable stove to cook dinner.
After we ate, we chatted. I felt he was being really distant, as she was asking lots of questions. ‘How are you doing?’ ‘How’s work?’ ‘Have you met anyone?’
Fast forward two months, still constant excuses of being ‘too busy’. Then one night, my ex-girlfriend invited me over to have dinner with the kids. As she was getting ready to serve, we had a heart to heart in which she asked about the recent girl I had met. I asked how she knew.
She said, ‘ Your best friend and his girlfriend told me.’
Not three days had gone by since the night they came to my new house, they were at my ex’s telling her everything I had been up to. When I pryed further, I found out they had been visiting her once a week in the four months since we split up.
I was livid and told my ex to pass it on, how upset I was with them and that I no longer considered them my friends. I figured if they truly meant no harm and felt bad, they would get in touch, apologise, and we could maybe move on
This was back in 2013, and it just last year, my ex-friend tried to contact to me. I told him to get lost, then I blocked him.”
Resentment
“I had a friend I met in pre-kindergarten but had a falling out in middle school. Our families knew each other, so we were more like sisters. But sadly, her mom was a true definition of a ‘Tiger Mom’.
Her mom always pushed my friend to be in all of these extracurricular activities, music lessons, tutoring, etc. Her mom was always dissatisfied; nothing was ever good enough. She wasn’t the most nurturing parent, but my parents were the opposite. Especially my mom.
She just wanted me to be a good person and do my best. But naturally, I was a very good student. So my friend’s mom would always compare my friend to me saying I was better than her because I was naturally gifted and didn’t NEED all of that help. Eventually, my friend began to resent me.
Throughout puberty, she would call me a ‘hussy’ because I was physically developing, tried to imply I was ugly just to see my reaction and threatened to punch me.
I understood where they were coming from but did not think they were justified as I had not done anything directly to her. The final straw was when she posted on social media how she thought I was ugly so I just cut her off completely. I pitied her for her family life but her bitterness toward me was wrong. Because through my eyes, she was my best friend and all she wanted to do was hurt me. Don’t regret cutting it off.”
Teen Moms
“My best friend got pregnant when we were 16. I was by her side the entire time, bought things for the baby, and was her support system.
Sfter giving birth, a family member of hers stepped in to adopt/care for the child because she wanted to still be ‘young’ and live in the party scene.
Well about a year later, I got pregnant. My mom advised me she was not going to raise my child and I had to step up and take care of my responsibilities. The best advice she ever gave me. All throughout my pregnancy, I mostly worked and went to school to finish getting my diploma, while my friend was MIA (missing in action). She showed up at my delivery, which I was partially happy about but still felt a certain way about it.
Well when I was released from the hospital, she had called to see if I wanted to go drinking with her. When I declined, she got upset and proceeded to tell me she thought I would pawn my child off to be raised by someone else. That was it for me and our friendship.
I hung up blocked her number and we haven’t spoke in eight years.”
Uninvited
“My best friend from college was engaged to a girl who was just a terrible person. When they met, she was dating someone else and cheated on her current boyfriend with my friend, which should’ve been the first clue. In college, she was always at the center of drama that pitted his friends against her.
After college, he moved in with her and they lived about 45 minutes away. We’d see each other at least once a week and there was usually always some kind of drama in their lives that she caused with someone. Prior to the wedding, we were at their place one night and his cousin straight up confronted him about her being manipulative and wrecking his life. She killed his cat.
That conversation somehow got blamed on me. When I couldn’t make their rehearsal dinner because my dog was having surgery that day, I was uninvited from the wedding. Although I was never officially uninvited, I just never got the invitation after the save the date arrived. Then my friend told me it would be better if I wasn’t in the wedding party anymore.
A year after they got married, they were divorced. She started partying with her coworkers and eventually started cheating on him. Although I have no doubt she’d cheated on him many times during their relationship as that was usually the source of the drama.
We reconnected a few years later and he’s now happily married, although we don’t really see each other and only talk via text every few months.
I will say that after I was initially upset about being uninvited to their wedding, I just hoped he’d be happy. I didn’t expect he would be, but I told myself that if he was married and happy, that would probably lead to a happier life than if his relationship was ruined just to preserve a friendship. But unfortunately, that’s not what happened.”
“I’m Surprised You’re So Competent”
“We had been friends for 25 years, basically since first grade. I went to college, got a Ph.D., and pursued my dream career. She never went to college, but pursued a career in acting. It did not pan out, which was unfortunate. Now she was hugely in debt, completely broke.
She did not hold down any jobs because they were just ‘too boring and uncreative’. Her parents had been spoiling and financing her for years but recently also cut her off because she made little to no effort to get an actual job. Whatever, none of my business.
What did however drive me to unfriend her was while I was always supportive and encouraging to her, she became scornful of my achievements, and questioned whether I even deserved them. For any big events like starring in a theater production, I would always show up for her no matter how busy I was. Any time I was nearby, even when I had full schedule, I would always make time to see her, and whenever I stayed over at her place, I never showed up empty-handed, took out the trash, and bought her groceries and things she liked.
She on the other hand, always had excuses for missing big important events for me, like graduations. She missed my graduation, because she went to the movies with her girlfriend instead and said she did not think it was THAT important.
When she visited my new apartment, her first words were, ‘Oh, it’s not as bad as I thought it would be!’ When I was working on a paper, she kept commenting things like, ‘I’m surprised you’re so competent’ or ‘Well, if I sat down for an afternoon, I could have done that too.’ Or she would compare my Ph.D. to a homework assignment she wrote in high school. You get the gist.
And I would tolerate it because I knew she was in a crisis herself and maybe just lashing out. But the final straw was when she jokingly imitated my deceased father after never bothering to show up for his funeral. My dad had always welcomed her into our home when her mother was with an abusive boyfriend.
I tried to break it off before with her after the funeral and after other major arguments, but she would manipulate me to stay, saying things like, ‘How could you throw decades of friendship away over something so petty?’ Or ‘You will never find a friend like me again.’
Back when I was still grieving, I sadly was receptive to that manipulation. I’d rather be lonely than with someone like her. Good riddance.”
Things Got Physical
“I met my ex-best friend in school. He had a little narcissistic personality, but I understood that and ignored his faults.
In our late teens, we started drinking and partying as most do. This was when it became apparent he had a drinking problem, forever being violent, looking for fights, killing my good vibes, and getting me pulled into unwanted situations where I saved him or stopped him from beating on someone for no good reason.
Throughout our life, he never attempted to fight me. He remained a pretty good friend to me until our first trip overseas to Asia.
During our trip, he tried to coward punch me in the back of the head because I asked him to put out his smoke that he had just lit. I asked him because we were seated in a restaurant surrounded by families. And for some reason that angered him, so I got up to leave. Luckily, I heard him coming and avoided his punch, but he then tried to attack me further, which ended with us both on the ground and me on top of him while he shouted and went crazy.
Eventually, police arrived and pointed their weapons at both of us. Luckily, they didn’t shoot. Having foreign police aiming at me because my friend wouldn’t calm down was one of the scariest moments in my life.
He was wasted, so he claimed he didn’t remember. But there was no excuse to try and coward punch anyone, especially your best mate.
I packed my bags that night and left our joint holiday plans in the dirt, traveling solo and having a blast. I eventually quit drinking myself and have remained sober for the last eight years. Throughout that eight years, I’ve had brief encounters with him, but our friendship was never the same.
Unfortunately, my old friend never changed as he aged. He eventually went to jail for some time. When I worked in hospitals, I saw him show up to the emergency triage, bashed with broken bones.
Just a few months ago, he randomly knocked at my door, and when my wife answered, he was covered in blood. My wife went and woke me up. He had a stab wound and refused to go to the hospital. I drove him home and haven’t seen or spoken to him since. His brother updated me and said he was fine, whatever that means.”
Attenion Seeker
“My friend had a pretty terrible home life, and as someone who loved her dearly, I tried to make up for it. I always asked her how she was doing, I always invited her places to get her out of the house, and I always focused on making things better for her.
After we became teenagers, I started noticing everything was about her. She never asked anyone else how they were doing. If you had the nerve to say something like, ‘I’m really down today,’ she would immediately remind you she had clinical depression. No one else was allowed to have it as bad as her. She expected to be invited to everything, and she would be straight-up nasty if she wasn’t. I also think she had a habit of making up illnesses/injuries for attention.
After high school, I tried to set her up with a friend. We went on a double date to a movie. During the movie, it looked like they were cuddled up together.
I thought, Wow! Home run!
But after the movie, the friend suddenly had a change of plans and had to leave. I found out after the fact that she complained throughout the entire movie.
‘I’m cold. It’s cold. My arm hurts. The seat is uncomfortable. My wrists hurt. My knees hurt. It’s too loud. I’m freezing in here.’
He said he almost left in the middle of the movie, but didn’t want to embarrass us so he put up with it. He couldn’t stand her. I was mortified.
The straw that broke the camel’s back, however, was her response to me getting married. Trying to keep this as brief as possible, for almost a year leading up to the wedding, she had been ghosting me. We always went to lunch together after class, but she started sending someone to tell me she was going home instead. She wouldn’t even tell me herself. Messaging her got very little response beyond her complaining about whatever new terrible thing was going on in her life.
By the time the wedding came around, I honestly didn’t feel like we were close anymore. Our wedding was small, since we had very little money. Only family and my two bridesmaids and my husband’s three groomsmen were invited. She was not among them, since the last message I had from her was six months before the wedding.
It was three months after the wedding I ran into her at a bookstore. She immediately launched into talking about herself, her life, again what new terrible tragedies she was dealing with. Not a single word about my new marriage. No congratulations, nothing.
Finally, after about ten minutes, I said, ‘You know I got married in July, right?’
She snapped back, ‘And that I wasn’t invited to the wedding? Yes, I know.’
She never did congratulate me.
That was it. It sounds petty, but it was just one thing in a stream of offenses. I realized at that moment that she didn’t actually care about me as a friend, she cared about the status of being a friend. She could have said anything else, she could have congratulated me, and then expressed that she was hurt by not being invited, and I would have apologized. But no. Somehow, even my wedding was about her.
Years later, she was at our high school reunion. I skipped it because my dad had just been diagnosed with terminal colon cancer two days before. And there she was, eight years after my wedding, talking trash about me to our former classmates about not inviting her. Behind my back, at our high school reunion, when everyone knew I was sitting in the hospital with my dad on a ventilator unsure if he would live through the night.”