I had a situation like this but it was much more toxic, I think. I was friends with a girl for around 6 years, my absolute best friend. We ended up dating two guys that were also best friends. Eventually, as young people do, me and my ex broke up and shortly after her and her ex broke up. She kind of had a mental breakdown after that, they were together for over a year and she became obsessed with him. I tried to help her but I couldn't. She went downhill quickly. Months passed and me and my ex started getting back together and she couldn't take it because it reminded her of what happened so she ruined it by sleeping with him. Eventually I forgave her and during quarantine she and her boyfriend ended up moving in with me and it was great until they refused to do anything. For over 8 months. They wouldn't even get out of bed to go to the bathroom sometimes so they relieved themselves into bottles under their bed. Between the two of them, they lost nearly 10 jobs for not showing up or stealing things etc. They fought constantly, she would break up with him and he would say he has dreams about killing her and many many more things. They abused animals, abandoning dying kittens by chucking them in alleyways because they didn't want to take care of them. And because it was my family home, as we are still decently young, my aunt and my grandma both lived there and actually also both died in the house within a few months of each other. We rented a room to my other friend as well and they paid rent and she didn't and she tried to have them kicked out because they bought groceries for themselves and didn't share. Her and her boyfriend called my family their own as they had been excommunicated from their respective families and so my tipping point was when they refused to go to either funeral in favor of doing drugs secretly and doing other things while everyone was out of the house. So while they were out the day before my grandmother's funeral, I packed up all of their things, charged their car battery because it hadn't been used in 8 months, put gas in it and all of their things and my family told them to leave when they got home. The next day, while we were all attending the service they tried to break in and steal things.

Now I understand that it sounds absolutely horrible, like how could I be friends with people like that? Well, she was the only one who was nice to me in school, she was a great friend when I needed her. We were so close that we literally still say the same thing in the one groupchat we are still in together. But she was too selfish and broken and she nearly broke me because of it. I thought of her as a sister and she just used me as a meal ticket.

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Hey Flower, I'm so sorry you went through that. Your situation is by far ... Far... Worse than mine. My drama feels like childish nonsense, especially from me that I am not proud of. I'm sorry your "friend" exploited you, reading the story too, especially the pee bottles make me think they had a lot of underlying issues going on with their mental health, but seeing the drug part sort of makes it easy to connect the dots.

I hope you're surrounded by good friends and people these days - and don't ache over them, because those are some awful people. You were a great friend.

So sorry. That's really tough.

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I had a BFF all of high school and one year beyond. We were always off and on. Sadly, she died from a congenital heart condition on one of our "off" times. I said something really mean as the last thing I said to her and I will never get to take it back. I still dream about her often.

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Sorry to hear that Suzy. Life is really too short, that's a fear of mine in my situation wanting to apologize for that reason, but still can't bring myself to do it. I know how you feel about dreaming too, never dealt with that until that. I think it's a grief response.

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I'm so sorry. I pretty much had the same thing happen. I had a best friend in 2nd grade. We did everything together. We thought we would one day maybe even go to the same collage together. Sure, we had some bumps in the road, but we would always end up close than ever. Even in middle school when we had different classes and friends, we were still inseparable. Then in high school, I was moved away by my parents to somewhere farther away. This was no problem for us. We still chatted every single day.

One day however, she started hanging out with another group of other friends. Slowly our daily chats just turned into her ranting about how toxic the group of other friends. I gave her the best advice I could. It sounded like these friends were genuinely ruining her mental health. I had no idea why she stayed friends with them, and I told her maybe she should distance herself from them. She was outraged at this. After that, she soon started to become like her toxic friends that she complained so much about. We drifted further and further apart.

I stopped hearing from her for 2 years. She was my only friend. I never got close with anyone else in high school. For some reason, I just couldn't trust or even relate to any of them. I truly missed her despite what happened. I kind of thought maybe it was for the better since she did really stress me out near the end but why did I miss her so bad? One day, I told her how I felt years after we last talked. It was hard but I told myself that if I never found out if we could rekindle our friendship, I would regret it. Life is too short. She told me she really missed me too and she was sorry.

To this day, we still talk occasionally. It's not the same since we are so different now, but I will never forget the memories we shared. The moments we had together were really some of the best moments of my life. This was long but I kind of needed to get it out. Thank you for listening to my story. I wish everyone here the best

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i had a friend online who took advantage of me to carry his mental baggage, deal with all his problems, and basically become his in house therapist. eventually, he got bored of me and decided to get rid of me by doxxing me to everyone i followed online and harrasing my other online friends by digging at real, PTSD inducing truama they had.

Whats is important is that you don't let the past define you. It feels horrible when things like this happen, regaurdless if they were your fault or not. It took me two years to get over it, and it will always hurt a little to have lost a friend. But if you continue to look at the past and consider the "what ifs" you will never move on.

in time, you will heal, and things won't hurt so much anymore.

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