Friends are supposed to help you when you're down, not kick you! But that's exactly what these so-called "friends" did. Their selfish actions absolutely ruined what was once a beautiful friendship. With friends like these, who needs enemies?
He Almost Got Jail Time For His Friend’s Actions
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“I had two friends over on a weekend my parents were gone. They knew about it and it was fine. I was 17 and they were both 16. After we went to bed, one of my friends got up and let a girl in that came over to see him. She was 14 and had a crush on him. He gave her a bottle of champagne my parents got on their wedding night, it was 25 years old.
He got her drunk on that and some whiskey. They did it and fell asleep. The next morning, her dad was pounding on my door screaming about the cops and killing me. I opened the door and told him I didn’t know him or his daughter. She came out and left with him. He took her to the hospital and they did a kit. She didn’t remember doing it. The cops talked to my two friends and one said we were asleep while the one that had relations with the girl told the cops he thought I woke up and let the girl in and had relations with her.
Cops showed up at my work and arrested me. My friend used protection with the girl, so there was no DNA. I got to spend the night in jail. I wouldn’t talk without a lawyer and it ticked them off something horrible. The girl remembered getting it on with my friend and that I was asleep the entire time in a different room and so was my other friend. They dropped the charges and let me go. They arrested my friend that slept with the girl for giving a false statement and a few related things. Her dad had to be restrained because he wanted me thrown in jail. I was 17, so I was the only one old enough to be charged with a statutory charge. He wouldn’t accept it when the cops told him that there had to be contact for that charged.
I didn’t have a job anymore, even after the cops had to go apologize and explain what happened. They made a huge scene when they arrested me because they thought a 17-year-old had assaulted a drunk 14-year-old girl. I also found out that when you get charged with a felony as an adult, it doesn’t go away when they drop the charges. It was a long and expensive pain in the rear to get my record cleaned up so I could pass a background check.”
Even Though It Was His Friend Who Played With Fire, He Was The One Who Got Burned
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“When I was 8, my best friend, who lived down the block from me, and I played a lot in a treehouse in his yard. It was a castle type thing and had a top room that could only be entered from the room below via ladder and had windows looking out. One day, he got a hairspray bottle from his mom and stole some matches and was lighting leaves on fire and spraying them for the little fireballs it made. I didn’t want to be doing that so I went up to the top room and read comics. After a while, I heard his back door closed and looked out a window to see him going inside, didn’t think much of it at first. Pretty soon, though, smoke started drifting up from under the boards and it got hot. I went to look down the ladder and saw that the hay in that little room was completely ablaze. I had no way to get down and out the normal way. I ended up squeezing and jumping out the window and getting his mom. He’d claimed to have gone in for a drink and didn’t know the treehouse was catching fire, but cried to the firemen and got them and his mom to believe it was me who brought the matches and made him play with the fire and hairspray. It was all my fault. After a few fire safety classes I had to go to and stuff, I stopped talking to him and went to hanging out with another kid across the street. Which pretty quickly soon led to the former friend trying to chase the two of us down with an aluminum baseball bat. After that people believed it was him who burnt down the tree house and he ended up getting put into counseling. Never saw him after that.”
What’s A Little Identity Theft Between Friends?
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“A friend of mine and I fell out of touch for a few years. During that time, I moved. We then got back in touch and I invited him over to my place to hang out, have a beer and catch up. He came over and we had a great time.
About two weeks later, I got a call from a plumbing supply company that my check to them had bounced. I had never heard of this place, but it sounded like my check. I went to the store and sure enough, it was my check, but not my signature or handwriting. The manager also said it wasn’t me that wrote it. We looked at their security tape and sure enough it was my ‘friend.’
I then freaked out. The check was for around $1,800. It shouldn’t have bounced. I called my bank and my savings account was empty and my checking account had a balance of about -$500.
It turns out my ‘friend’ had stolen a few of my blank checks and wrote down info from my driver’s license while he was at my place, likely while I was in the bathroom. He made new checks that he could write and he opened up about $40,000 worth of credit lines at various stores (mostly jewelry stores since that stuff was easy to sell). Some of the checks cleared. My account was set up so that if I accidentally overdrew my checking account, it would come out of my savings account. So the checks drained my savings dry, then started bouncing.
This was about 14-15 years ago, so identity theft was not as common as it is now. The bank helped me a lot, as did my local police department. They caught the guy and it turns out that the reason I had lost touch with him for two years was because he was in jail for assault. He was also wanted on a warrant for domestic violence against his girlfriend.
He ended up in jail. It took me several months and having to get a lawyer involved to finally get my credit situation straightened out.”
She Always Had To Be The Center Of Attention, So She Sent Some Unimaginable Messages
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“When my dad killed himself, a friend said she couldn’t be there for me because the situation was too hard for her to handle. Two weeks or so later, this rather attention-starved friend was ticked that I wasn’t able to be online to talk to her 24/7 and that I had somehow one-upped her in the sucky life department. She started texting me saying she was her sister and that she had died of cardiac arrest. Naturally, I was distraught. Then she signed online three hours later. She said her heart had stopped, but the ER released her because they were busy. A mutual friend told me she’d faked her death before when other people were getting more attention than her. I confronted her and cut her out of my life. Years later and she still gets upset if she finds out our mutual friend still speaks to me. She also occasionally contacts me with some backhanded remark just to make sure I still know she’s around.”
Her Daughter Was Placed In Foster Care Because Of Her “Friend”
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“We moved in together. First mistake. She was the biggest slob on the planet. Never cleaned once. Then she got a dog that wasn’t house trained and she was too lazy to get off her butt and let him out, so the dog ruined the carpet. The whole place stunk. I had a 2-year-old kid at the time and had multiple talks with the roommate about how I couldn’t raise a kid in this disgusting environment. Finally, she told me to just move out. Our relationship was still amicable, though strained at this point.
The new place I moved into had a malfunctioning water heater and (to make a long story short) a week after I moved in, my kid got badly burned because of the water heater. While in the hospital with my kid, I called my friend and cried because I needed someone to talk to. After I hung up with her, she called Child Protection Services on me and told them that my kid was abused and should be taken from me. Mutual friends of ours confirmed that she was bragging she had done it at work the next day.
CPS temporarily took my kid away and put her in foster care. My child and I had to go through extensive psychological and intelligence tests, as well as parenting classes and therapy. They concluded that the charges were unfounded and finally returned custody of my kid back to me; It took 7 months, screw her.”
She Learned To Never Trust A Living Creature With That Friend Ever Again
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“Asked my friend, who was the maid of honor at my wedding and lived in the same apartment complex as me, to look after my guinea pigs while we went on our honeymoon. Came back, found all four of my guinea pigs (mother, father and two babies) dead and decaying, being consumed by maggots. She claimed she forgot about them for a few days, and once she remembered, she couldn’t bear to go out onto the patio to check on them because she heard flies. No apology (an explanation is not an apology), no offer to replace them or make it up to me in any way, and not even the courtesy to clean up the bodies and TELL me what happened before I got home. I had to come home to rotting pets and clean up her mess myself. The whole hutch (which my husband and I had designed and built ourselves) had to be discarded because the bodies had partially liquified and seeped into the wood.
She also did other messed up things, but this was the worst. Yeah, we’re not friends anymore.”
When Push Came To Shove, His Friends Weren’t Down For The Fight
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“Well, a few years back, this fellow I used to work with disliked me because I made a somewhat mean comment about his girlfriend, which was fair enough I suppose. One night, me and two of my friends decided to go get some munchies from the store which was up the street. I brought a backpack to carry the stuff back because I figured it was going to be a large amount of food we were going to get. As we were walking to the store, I saw this guy who I used to work with, obviously drunk, with two of his significantly bigger brethren. He noticed me and proceeded to shout and cuss me out. I ignored him, walked into the store with my friends, and bought a ton of food. I then left the store and saw that the guy who was mad at me was nowhere in sight. A few minutes down the road, he and his two buddies rush up from behind me and my friends, shouting, and he went to throw a swing at me. Having some fighting skills (took Judo and wrestling in high school), I thought, hey, if he and his buddies want to fight, I’ve got myself and my two friends who will surely help me. I thought wrong. He took the swing, I leaned back to dodge it, but the backpack threw me off balance because of the awkward way I moved, and I fell on the ground. He and his three friends started punching and kicking me will all their might. I managed to do some damage, but ended up with two broken ribs, a missing tooth, not to mention some pretty nasty lacerations. My two friends stood on the side of the road watching as I got beat, and when I finally asked them about it, both of their answers were, ‘Hey, they weren’t fighting me, so I didn’t want to get involved.'”
He Never Thought His Best Friend Would Betray Him This Way
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“So I had a group of friends in high school. Six guys. We were best friends since grade school. My best friend, Matt, was my best friend since I moved to town in 1st grade. We were inseparable. I played quarterback, he was wide-receiver for the football team. He was 3rd leg of the 4×400 relay, I was 4th. Anyway, I was dating this cheerleader, who I was madly in love with. I wanted her since freshman year, and she always dated cool older guys. I finally won her over, and it was that hot, dramatic, passionate high school love. I was obsessed.
Cut to senior week in Ocean City, MD. I paid for her trip so we could spend a week together without supervision. She dumped me on day 1. She went to stay at the other house where my best friend was (he and I got the two houses since we organized the trip). I went over there sobbing begging him to not let anyone mess around with her. He promised he wouldn’t.
We got back together about 3 months later. A week after that, she told me she was pregnant. I wanted her to keep the baby, but she wanted it gone. I went over to Matt’s house and to talk about the situation. We stayed up all night talking it out, and he convinced me it was her decision. So, I took her to get rid of the baby and paid for it. A while later, when she dumped me for someone else, she confessed that Matt was the father of the baby, not me. Long story short, I confronted him about it, and he admitted that he did it with her five times a day, every day of senior week, and when they found out she was pregnant, neither of them had any money to take care of it, so they decided to get me to pay for it.
So, with my heart broken and no best friend, I was depressed, and the only thing worse than getting dumped was watching her with someone else. Matt was the one she left me for and would use her for sex. He would flash her chest at parties and make her give handy j’s to friends, all the time knowing I still loved her.”
His Friend Betrayed Him In Court
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“There was this kid I met in kindergarten. We had a lot in common and became best friends from then until around the 7th grade when crap hit the fan. My parents were going through a divorce because my dad thought, and was later proven right, that my mom was cheating with my best friend’s dad. Now it may seem more of a scumbag mom move, but it gets worse.
It was the day before Mother’s Day and we were house sitting for my aunt and uncle who were out of town. It was me, my mom, him, and his dad. We were up late, having fun playing GTA. Then I remembered that I forgot my Mother’s Day card with my dad. So I called him and he came over around 2 or 3 in the morning to drop it off, then left immediately. From the time I made that phone call, to the time he got there, my mom and his dad came up with a seriously messed up plan.
At around 5 o’clock in the morning, there were cop cars in the driveway and my mom was hysterically crying. She said she was attacked by my dad in the middle of the night, right around the time he dropped the card off. I knew he didn’t do it because I was up until 4 in the morning with my friend playing GTA with the TV adjacent to the only entrance of the house and my mom was sleeping right next to me the whole time.
Fast forward to the trial/hearing/whatever it was. This kid was the big witness. He lied and said my dad came in, told me to go upstairs and then he attacked my mom. The kid slipped up so many times and eventually messed up so bad everyone knew he was lying.
That was the last time I talked to him again. And it wasn’t until the 10th grade that I was ever able to trust others and have friends again. Screw that kid.”
He Was Invited To A Party For One
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“For a while, I had a lot of friends who made what I called ‘ornamental promises.’ Like, they would say they would do something only because it made them look good at the moment, without any follow through.
The only one that sticks in my head was this friend who knew I was an author because she knew me from science fiction conventions. I used to do humor readings and stuff. ‘You HAVE to come to my party,’ she said. ‘You just HAVE to entertain my guests.’ She promised me a lift back home if I stayed late. Okay, sure.
This was in 1991 or so, way before cell phones were ubiquitous to all but the privileged few. I had no car at the time, so I had to take a bus, to take a subway, to take a bus to their house. It took nearly 2 1/2 hours to get there. I ended up in an ‘artsy’ suburban neighborhood with no street lights and lots and lots of trees. The street signs were black text on brown and almost impossible to read, and her directions were wrong.
But using a little bit of logic, I found her house, which was about a mile further than she said it was. I got to the front door and knock. The door creaked open. No one was at home. I checked and rechecked the house number and street, and nobody was there. Why was the door ajar? I called out into the house. No answer. I stepped into the living room, and the place was a mess. Looked like a murder scene, except with no bodies. Candles were still lit, and the radio was softly playing light rock.
Finally, ticked off, I left. I took a bus to the subway, and the last bus home did not show up. I had to take a cab and had just enough to get a block away from my house and I had to leave the cabbie with no tip.
Later, when I saw her, I asked quite irritated, ‘What HAPPENED?’
She said, ‘Oh, well, the party got started and then someone said, “Let’s all go have ice cream,” so we all went out to Baskin Robbins, and then decided to see a movie. I forgot you were coming. Oh well.'”
His Drink Wasn’t Anything Like What He’d Thought It’d Be
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“I was a freshman in high school and my best friend at the time was a scumbag hippie type with a penchant for being a jerk. I’m not bitter though, I swear. Anyway, we were eating lunch when he offered me his Fruitopia. Boy, how I loved Fruitopia! I said, ‘Heck yeah, I’ll drink that for you if you don’t want it!’
He then casually played it off, ‘Nah, I still might drink it. I’ll let you know if I don’t want it.’ So I thought nothing of it and continued on with my lunch. Fast forward 20 minutes and he throws me the drink. Sweet nectar! I thank him and launch a swig of the tepid liquid into my mouth. I was overcome with disgust. I looked around and see him and three other of my ‘friends’ laughing their butts off. I almost puked and spit out the most vile thing I’d ever tasted on the table. He had gotten the creepy kid at the school to pee in the bottle the day before. Turns out half Fruitopia, half fermented urine is much less than half delicious.”
If She’d Lie About That, What Else Would She Lie About?
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“For me, it was this girl I knew back when I was a teenager. We met and got close instantly, were friends for maybe a year. Best friends, I guess. Then one day, she phoned me up in tears, saying she didn’t know where she was or what’s going on. She was approached by some man who was threatening her somehow, then he shoved a cloth over her mouth and she passed out. When she woke up, she was somewhere she didn’t recognize, but managed to escape, and was completely hysterically, phoning me about it.
I was maybe fourteen, and I had no idea what on earth to do, aside from say, ‘Ring the police!’
Basically, after keeping this up for a while and refusing to let me hang up to phone some proper authorities, I heard laughing in the background and then a, ‘Oh, she fell for it?’ At which point I hung up, burst into tears, and decided in that very moment that we were no longer friends.
I think the last thing I said to her was ‘screw off’ when she tried to text/call me, and I haven’t spoken to her since. Turns out, she had actually lied to me about most of the things she’d told me about herself (including her name) and had a lot of issues. I’m glad I got out of that friendship when I did, but it gave me quite a few trust issues for a while.”
Not Only Did She NOT Care For The Houseplants, But She Still Demanded Payment!
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“I let a ‘friend’ take care of my house. They were getting paid, and paid well, to do so. We agreed that they would take care of my plants, garden, and keep the house in the exact condition that I left it in (spotlessly clean).
Came home to all of my houseplants dead. A lot of these were orchids and fairly expensive. Half of my garden had dried up and died.
There were pots and pans piled up in the sink. Some of them had burnt-on crap that was so badly burned on that I had to throw out a couple.
The house was a filthy pit. Dirty. Found a dried-up birth control device on the floor in the bathroom.
She still demanded to get paid. I said if paying you guarantees I’ll never see you again, here’s your money, and goodbye.
Haven’t talked to her since.
Thank God I left my pets at the vet’s during that vacation.
She was a friend since elementary school and her parents were friends with mine. She didn’t have a job and was going through a rough divorce.
I didn’t want her going around claiming I’d ripped her off, and frankly, I felt really sorry for her, despite everything she had done. This was her at her absolute lowest. Remember, this was someone I’d known for more than twenty years at that point.
So I paid her and washed my hands of her, it was a small price to pay, as far as I’m concerned. It was much more heartbreaking to lose a friend I’d had for so long, especially since I’m not exactly rolling in friends.
It’s been a few years and she’s made attempts to contact me, sent texts and emails trying to explain and apologize. I don’t want to seem cold hearted, but I can’t trust or respect her ever again, what she did was a major violation despite everything she had been going through at the time (and I have trust issues for other reasons), so I’ve never responded.”