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I had a bestfriend. Her name was Jessy. We aren't bestfriends anymore because she got mad at me for things that are of her own fault. She won't ever believe that though. She had been my best friend for 10 or 11 years. We went through way too much together, but a lot of it was negative. She wasn't a very good friend to me, but I always forgave her and took her back. There were times she did nice things, but the cons out way the pros. She was my best friend though anyway. She was like my family. I didn't want to let her go, even though I should have many times. That part is my fault. What isn't my fault is that she always let her boyfriends get in between our friendship. They treated her shitty, but she would always take them back. She would even start drifting from me once she started dating someone. I don't know why people can't have boyfriends and still be a friend to their friends. Especially someone they claim to be their best friend. But she always gave me false promises, she lied to me too much, and she put me in fucked up situations. I was always there for her. She was not there for me. As much as she would like to think so, she wasn't there for me. She would always try to replace me with other friendships she made, because those people had issues too and weren't stable just like her. Being friends with me clearly made her feel bad about herself, because I was nothing like that and she was. So as soon as she made friends with a fucked up person, she chose them over me. She won't admit that though. Once she had her second child, I had stopped talking to her, because I threw her a nice baby shower and I was there for her through her whole pregnancy and she still let her scumbag boyfriend dictate how her life is going to go and who she can be friends with. He didn't like me because I didn't like him for how he treated her, so I wasn't allowed in the delivery room like Jessy and I had planned for years if she ever got pregnant again. He said he would get me thrown out. She banned me from coming into the delivery room. I was hurt, but whatever. I always saw her loyalties only lied with me when she wanted/needed something. Otherwise, I was no one special. What officially cut our friendship apart was the day I decided to stop talking to her as much, because I would never hear from her unless I messaged her or called her first. She NEVER asked how I was doing. She didn't really care. So I stopped kissing her ass. I was done with the bullshit. Too much time wasted on her to keep fucking me over. Well, she got pissed off at a picture I had posted of her sister and I hanging out. She was pissed we didn't invite her and she was pissed we didn't talk to her. She blocked me on Facebook and her sister. I didn't even know there was an issue until her sister screen shot the texts Jessy sent to her and Kati had sent them to me. I was amazed! Jessy didn't even try to talk to me at all. She just blocked me. I wouldn't have known shit if Kati didn't send me the texts between her and Jessy. I haven't seen or heard from Jessy since. That was about 2 - 2 1/2 years ago. It must be nice to have control over everyone and not have a conscience. It must be nice to be able to act like an adult-child. She isn't even invited to her sisters wedding, but I am. That says a lot about who she is as a person. If she just talked to me like I only ever wanted her to do, we would possibly still be friends. Clearly, our friendship didn't mean much to her. Thank you for wasting a decade of my life. You can keep holding this stupid grudge you have against me, even though I did nothing wrong. Losing you was for the best in the end.
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