People Describe Moments That Make Them Finally Dump Crazy Friends

I went on a trip with three friends, one of them I knew really well (let's call her Ashley), the other two not quite as well. One of the girls I didn't know as well, we'll call her Jessica, seemed super nice and sweet, although a little shy. I was looking forward to getting to know her better.

The drive to our destination (a nearby metropolitan area) was about two hours. The farther we got from home, the crazier Jessica started to become. She started loudly singing along with the radio, yelling, laughing hysterically. I was a little surprised because I was used to her being kind of reserved, but I didn't think a whole lot of it. We stopped at a gas station for drinks/snacks/bathroom, and she got some drink in a glass bottle. (It was NOT an alcoholic drink. She was not drinking at all.) She drank it while continuing to get rowdier and rowdier. Finally, as we were just starting to merge from one highway to another, she put the window down. The friend I knew well, Ashley, who was driving, sighed but didn't say anything. I didn't like having the window down because it messed up my hair, but I didn't think much of it for a second. But next thing I know, Jessica has pitched that glass bottle out onto the on ramp on the fucking highway where it shattered. She AND Ashley started laughing really hard.I looked at the third girl, who was kind of humming and playing on her phone, completely ignoring them. She didn't react at all to the smashed bottle, the laughing, or the swerving as we merged onto a busy fucking highway. I found out later that Jessica finds the sound of glass shattering to be absolutely hilarious for whatever reason. THAT was the moment I knew she was fucking nuts. That moment will be forever imprinted in my mind, our exact location and the lighting and everything as she smashed the bottle.

A little later, we got off track in the bad part of town. Ashley had put the windows down and had loud music blasting, and Jessica decided that it was appropriate to scream "WANNA GET LAID?!" at random people walking down the streets. We were stopped at a fucking red light when she yelled this at one guy, and he started walking towards our car. I was scared because who knows what the fuck this drugged out looking dude was going to do, but luckily the light turned green before he got to us.

We got to the hotel and Jessica whips out a bunch of candles and lights them, which makes me nervous because of the fire hazard. It just seems kind of stupid to me. Jessica gets out this bag of snack mix and proceeds to eat it like a 2 year old, dropping just as much food on the floor as into her mouth. She was still loud, yelling and laughing, and we kept having to tell her to stfu before someone complained about us because there were other people in the fucking hotel, not just us. When we checked out of the hotel, I kept dropping hints about people who made a big mess leaving a tip for the maids, but she completely ignored me and stomped off down the stairs. She hauled her luggage down the stairs because she refuses to use elevators. The whole trip we had to find stairs for her anytime we went to a second floor because she won't use elevators or escalators.

For the rest of the trip she was mostly okay... When we were out in public actually doing something she was the normal, sweet, nice person I had known, but when we were alone at the hotel or in the car going on a longish drive she would start acting psycho again. She also threw glass stuff several times. She threw some of the empty candleholders, a couple more bottles, and we stopped at a dollar store where she bought a little ceramic cherub purely to throw out the fucking window. I thought maybe she was drinking or doing drugs when I wasn't looking, but according to Ashley, she wasn't. Jessica just gets that way sometimes. And I saw that she is capable of turning that behavior off in a real hurry if she needs to. Apparently it's completely normal to Ashley because she didn't bat an eye about these shenanigans and even participated in the glass throwing herself once, and some of the yelling. I dropped both of those bitches. I still talk to Ashley very very rarely but I've only seen Jessica once or twice since then and I did not start a conversation with her.

/donadora/

We were friends since high school, he was like a brother to me. He was kind of the nerdy kid in school and I was the immigrant boy who didn't know the language well and didn't really fit in anywhere.

We relied a lot on each other and got through a lot of difficult times in our lives together. When he didn't have money or a job I'd pay for his meals, when he had a job and I didn't he'd do the same.
When he got sick and had really bad asthma attacks I'd stay up with him on the phone and make sure he could fall asleep. I'd come over and cook for him when I could.

Eventually he had to move and I pretty much was the only friend who volunteered to help him move. I got one of my own friends to lend us his car and help us with the move.

Once he got a decent job he pretty much looked down on me. I tried to sort of hang with his crowd but it was almost as if he was embarrassed to say we were friends. Then he had a girlfriend during a particularly rough time in my life and I basically would never see him (which is understandable).

Two years later he's thinking of breaking up with his girl, saying things like "her family is racist because I'm white, she wants me but doesn't want me around", and he was preparing to dump her. I told him not to do it, that it was a bad move, but he insisted and that was that.

Two weeks later he calls me mega drunk and tells me he regrets having done it and tried to get her back but she wouldn't take him back.

Four months later I'm knee deep into a relationship with a girl and I hand't seen my friends in a while, I come to a party alone and find out his girlfriend was dating a mutual friend. We hadn't really talked so I assumed he had stopped chasing after her.

Turns out he hadn't. I didn't think it was my place to say anything so I kept on focusing on my relationship. He called me out of the blue to check up on me and asked me if I knew about them being together and I said I did. He said he couldn't speak to me anymore after that. I was upset but I figured time would make him see different.

My mom treated him like a son, so she would always send him leftovers with me and noticed I wasn't talking to him anymore, I explained the situation and she said he would grow out of it and call me back eventually. Months later we found out she had cancer in her lungs and she had surgery.

When she woke up from surgery she was lucid and asking for him, why isn't he visiting her. I reached out to him and told him "Hey my mom just got out of surgery and she wants to see you, if you don't want to see me I understand, I won't be at the hospital today. Take care".

He never came. I realized after that how selfish he was, for years my mom took him in, let him stay with us for extended periods of time while he was out of work and college and needed a place to get away, and still he didn't have the decency to even come see my mother.

I lost all respect for him that day, and now I was the one who didn't want to see him. This was 3 years ago, I still see him in the neighborhood, he still avoids me.

I'm not going to lie, I miss our friendship, but in a way I think it was time for us to move on to better things. I'm happy being me and not someone's emotional step ladder.

/Solidvenom/

When I was in in 1st or 2nd grade, my best friend at the time at recess decided to pretend like he never knew me. For the whole day, he didn't even acknowledge me.

My best friend, who I always played with at recess and lunch, suddenly acted as if he had never met me.

I tried to ask him if anything was wrong. Not even a glance at me. At recess, he avoided me like the plague. He played with other kids instead of me.Even with hindsight, I look back and think about how much this messed me up. That day, to childhood me, hurt me more than anything. So, logically, I had a meltdown. At lunch, I tried to corner him and force him to talk to me. 

He evaded me. I chased him around the school for the entire lunch period. At some point, I got so frustrated and angry that I tackled him and tried to force him to talk to me.

Aside from his grunts and exclamations at how crazy I was (which I kinda was at this point), he refused to communicate with me.

I continued to chase him around. At certain times, I would even try and punch and slap him, landing some blows on his arms. Eventually, we ran towards the teacher on duty to supervise the kids.

Me, in a snot and tear fueled hysteria, I desperately tried to explain to the teacher that my best friend was running away from me, and that he was refusing to even talk to me.

It probably came out as a garbled mess.

All the teacher did was smile, laugh, and did nothing, even when I literally punched my "friend" in the shoulder really hard (honestly surprised I wasn't suspended for this.)

The rest of what happened was a haze. All I remember is that the teacher interaction was a seal on my fate: he was no longer my friend, and I would never talk with him again. It was over.

Years later, I realized that this moment in my childhood created my greatest insecurities about being alone, not having people to talk to, and, at times, not being the center of the conversation.

It affected me enough to where, with my first girlfriend, we had serious communication issues because I always felt like she needed to affirm me or tell me that she still has feelings for me.

Jet, if you're out there, fuck you.

/augustinus33/

Her blaming me for the reason we were writing fanfiction together, (after getting caught by my helicopter parents) via a note she gave to a friend who gave to me, with instructions from her for me to "Not read it under any circumstances" I definitely read it, and then burned it. You don't get to send shit to my helicopter mother without me reading it first.

I was the scapegoat, the bad guy, she was always the victim.

The friendship had been mentally abusive and manipulative for about a year before then, and it had its up and downs when she got really pissed off because I was "inept and couldn't keep a secret."Here's the catch, I'm a person who has next to no self-esteem due to every experience in primary school from about age four and a half onwards. 

I try to see the best in people and make others smile, no who they are and no matter the cost. I always took everything she said I did wrong seriously, and always took the blame. Thinking I was the bad guy.

I always believed her victim stories of mental illness and trauma until after. I wouldn't have gotten out of this friendship if I hadn't been through the exact same thing for five years during primary school, it only lasted five years because it was my only option.

It was either mental and emotional abuse or loneliness, which in the mind of a child, is better than loneliness and extra bullying.

The only difference this time is that I had friends who care about me, and I had other options.

She continues to ignore and insult me and effectively still deteriorate me, due to being in classes with her, and having friends who are friends with her.

I have imposter syndrome, as well as an extreme lack of self-worth and self-esteem.

I spend a lot of my headspace storing and calculating people's actions and words (as well as mine) to figure out how they tick because it's so different from how I work.

Despite figuring out mostly how she works (it's really pitiful and sad, but fairly stereotypical for a toxic person) I still wonder why the fuck she inflicted more pain and opened my wounds further, even after I had confessed to what I'd been through early on in the friendship.

I know the answer, but I just don't understand how people can be so selfish and play the victim all the time, I couldn't live if it were me.

All of the above is why I fear loneliness and rejection so bad, and why I struggle with social situations, for fear of being judged and told I'm in the wrong, despite knowing I'm not. (my parents play a part in this but I'm am not doing a rant on that)

[redacted]

Throwaway for obvious reasons and incoming long story. About 2-3 years ago I met a girl on Omegle and we got along pretty well. We both really enjoyed talking to each other and exchanged information to continue talking to each other on IM and as things progressed we moved to exchanging phone numbers. However, I was facing serious self-esteem issues, and I thought she wouldn't accept me for who I was when she asked to see my picture. I was really afraid of losing her even though she told me she loved talking to me before we even saw each other. But still, my trust issues got the best of me and convinced me that I should use a false identity and someone else's picture.

After that, things progressed normally and we grew extremely attached to one another. We talked pretty much all day, every day from the early morning into the late night. Admittedly, I did have a bit of a crush on her, but of course my self-esteem kept me from telling her initially, so I never thought about it again.

But things changed in the relationship to where it actually seemed like we were a couple. We had pet names, eventually started saying "I love you". But still things weren't really "official" to me, until one day after we got into an argument and she told me she had a crush on me. It was bittersweet and actually broke me because after all, she had a crush on someone else...with my personality.

I broke down wishing how that could be me, and throughout the relationship I found myself growing to be so jealous of myself, the person I was pretending to be, and the relationship in general. Why couldn't someone love me that way? Why can't I make someone happy like that?

Even then, I continued lying to her after our break of 4 months because I couldn't handle the feelings I was having. When we started talking again, it would've been ideal to tell her the truth after all but I was still afraid of losing her, especially now that the lie had gotten much deeper. I was truly in love with her, and I had to tell her, but that wouldn't mean anything anymore once she found out the truth.
After that, the relationship got very serious, and like I mentioned before, I was incredibly jealous. The relationship was going very smoothly however. We rarely argued, we enjoyed a lot of the same things, we made each other laugh. The only times we did argue were when the lie was starting to fall apart and I had to cover myself. 

The last straw was when she figured out that I didn't really live where I said I lived but she didn't tell me outright. She just asked if I were lying about something. I got tired of us arguing and I finally told her that I wasn't who she thought I was although it took some time. Of course, she was distraught and in disbelief, and I was distraught too.

Everything was over at that moment and I thought I wouldn't ever talk to her again. I never meant to hurt her, I never meant anything malicious.

The reason I didn't just disappear after that was because I truly loved her, and I enjoyed her companionship. I told her who I was and where I lived, with proof since she requested it. And I told her why I did it.

Since then, things were tense, and confusing. She was confused about still having feelings for me, which was a bit of a rollercoaster ride for me as well.

I gave up the false identity forever as repentance and promised her that I wouldn't lie to her ever again. And we decided to be close friends until things started deteriorating.

She couldn't handle it because of what happened, and started pushing me away. In turn, I couldn't handle it either. It made me paranoid and insecure that she was going to leave me. And eventually she did leave me, telling me to lose her number, contact information and to just forget about her.

It was really hard to do since I cared for her deeply, but she insisted that talking to her was hurting her. For once I actually found happiness in my life and someone that I could actually trust, but I wound up screwing over the best friend I could ever dream of because of my own insecurities.

/felinefishthrowaway/

She proved herself to be toxic and never really a good friend to begin with. We'd met in HS so were in each other's lives for about 15 years.

There are multiple reasons that led up to me finally cutting off the Frenemy but the biggest one is that she made a pass at my husband while we were dating.

He never told me about it until years later and I was pissed because during the time it happened, she had succeeded in seducing one guy I had been casually seeing and made out with a different guy I had been talking to at a party.

After each instance she would snivel and cry about feeling so pale compared to me. Not wanting to trash a friendship, I gave her another chance as those other two guys weren't really anything special.
I didn't confront her about the incident with my husband until after she had visited me in HI; he actually didn't tell me about it until right before the visit, which was about 7 years after it happened. 

She had already booked her flight and he was going to be gone for work so I decided to ride it out.

She proved herself to be completely obnoxious during the trip, getting on my case for gaining about 20lbs, snooping through my Internet bookmarks about jobs, criticizing me for wanting to sleep in past 08:00, wanting to troll for a random guy to screw, the list goes on.

I didn't speak to her for about a month until after she left and we used to speak 1-2x a week.

When I did pick up the phone, I laid everything out about her not being a supportive person (ie, she used to play devil's advocate by defending the other person whenever I would rant about something instead of just being on my side).

I'd been going to school full time and working full time for several years so wanting to sleep in should've been understandable, and finally the incident with my husband.

I told her I didn't expect her to remember it as it had happened before her accident (she was in a bad car accident and was on life support and had missing memories).

But the fact that it happened wasn't acceptable and my husband made it clear he didn't want her around, especially with how the visit had gone.

To be honest, I didn't clearly say "I don't want you in my life anymore," rather, I just no longer answered her phone calls or emails after that conversation and denied her friend request on FB & blocked her 2 years after the conversation.

When she wanted to be, she could be a good friend but the shitty friend side of her came out so much more. I'm better off and have several closer friends now without all the drama.

/donutella_versus/

This guy would constantly try to get the rest of us to change when we did things. For the longest time most of us worked similar days and hours, and would make plans for our days off. He switched jobs as well as hours.

At first we accomadated him and switched plans around, but then we realized he wouldnt at all.
If the plans fell on a day he had to work, but still after he go out, he would complain that he would be too tired and insist on us changing the plans, despite the fact that if we changed times other people would miss out entirely. 

He didnt care if other people missed out, so long as he didnt miss out.He even tried to get me to change my birthday party one year for him.

The last straw though was when we made plans to go to a convention out of town. It required that we get an AirBnB so we could all hangout together. My wife did all the legwork and found a great spot for a good price, she just needed everyone to confirm they were still going.

The guy waited weeks to respond to the group message and we lost the booking. We found one much farther away and much more expensive.

The dude complained about that the entire time, despite it being his fault we didnt get the good place. He also refused to chip in for taxis/ubers.

All of that was just super annoying, what really broke the camels back for me was near the end of the day of the convention. Most of us were tired from walking around all day and hungry, but didnt want to buy a 14 dollar slice of pizza.

So we decided to call it a day and head out and to stop at taco bell on the way back to the AirBnB. Except him, he was waiting in line for autographs all day and was upset we wanted to leave when he hadnt had a chance to look at stuff yet.

We told him would meet him back at the place we were staying, but that wasnt to his liking, so he whined that he wouldnt get to eat dinner with us. For whatever reason we told him we would wait for him to get food once we were all back at the bnb.

We waited another 2 hours before he got back. He wouldnt agree to any of the restaurants we wanted to check out but finally, at about 9pm, we settled on a chicken place that delivered.

The food gets there, he takes one bite spits it out like a child and says he doesnt like it and refuses to eat. We were all so fucking pissed at him for it we really havent invited him anywhere else since.
Just the other day, a mutual friend started to organize his annual camping trip at his cabin. He all let us know that it would be at the end of next month. We all respond how we cant wait for the end of July, and settle on the exact weekend. 

A week later the (former friend) guy finally responds to the group chat and all he says is something like "July doesnt work for me lets do this August, I just made plans for the end of july"

/theDeuce/

I had a friendship end over a very petty act of revenge. I had been best friends with a girl since basically birth as her parents were family friends. We grew up together and went to the same preschool and elementary school. After she switched to private school though, she started becoming a bit of a "mean girl".
She would talk shit about my other friends saying they were weird or nerds and that she didn't understand why I hung out with them, and when I got offended she would pull the "Oh haha I was just kidding" bullshit.

I also wore a lot of dark clothes in middle school and she would ask what I was going to wear when I was going to be around her other friends because she didn't want to be embarrassed by me.

She would comment constantly about my weight (even though I was perfectly normal for my height), and would try to get me to sneak around and date people behind my parents' backs even though I wasn't interested and had super strict parents).

I started trying to pull away from her because I realized she was being a really shit friend, but it was difficult because she and her family were constantly invited to my house for events and holidays. The breaking point was Christmas Eve when I was about 13.

A bit of background, I have a younger sister who was about 8 at the time who I shared a room with (and whom I absolutely adore). Younger sis always wanted to play with my friend.

So on Christmas Eve, I was hanging out with some of my other friends and didn't really want to be around my main friend due to aforementioned bitchiness. So main friend just went to hang out with my little sister.

I went into my room where she and my sister were to grab my newish laptop.

Friend kicked up a fit because she wanted to use the laptop, to which I said "Absolutely not." Friend tried to grab the laptop and pull it away from me, but I pulled it out of her hands and left.

Apparently, this was the ultimate insult to my friend, because she turned to my sister and asked her where my underwear drawer was.

Spent the next hour pulling everything out of the drawer and hanging my underwear and bras around the room. My baby sister saw what was happening and eventually came up to find me and told me I should come down to our room.

I saw it, and it was such a small and petty thing, but it felt like such a massive invasion of privacy, and more importantly, she tried to pull my eight year old sister into it to "punish/embarass" me with her.

After that, I just told her I was no longer interested in pursuing a friendship with her because I thought she was bad for me. My parents continued inviting her family over, so any time I saw her it was just casual and polite disinterest. I was done with her petty bullshit.
As a sort of epilogue, last Christmas she got arrested (briefly) for breaking down her mother's door with her boyfriend as revenge for her mom divorcing her dad so... bullet dodged?

/mini_mighty_mouse/

It was 4 summers ago and we were about 14 years old and I must always a bit flamboyant and silly but never sexually so.

My best friend Alex noticed it though and we used to do silly homoerotic gestures to each other like any kids do.
One fateful night we were watching a movie with my best friend alex and he asked me "Rex can I Just feel your dick for a minute?

Naturally I was shocked at the thought,I mean I never thought He of all people would say that. He was always on about girls boobs and porn.

I said no at first thinking it was a joke but around the 10th time he asked I knew it wasn't a joke. So I said fine but just for 30 seconds and It felt good,Really Good,Worryingly good!

He noticed I was extremely confused so he stopped and I Got even more confused. I was utterly shocked. The Thought of being LGBT never occurred to me. I was just normal. I had many lustful crushes on girls and watched had never thought about guys sexually before.

After that we stopped the movie and focused on video games not mentioning the indecent that had just occurred.

The next day we went into the city where after some time we started talking about the incident again with my friend admitting he rather enjoyed it and we should do it again some time to which I agreed.

The next 3 months were hell with vast untapped sexual tension between us and trying to act normal in front of our friends all the while never getting a chance to explore our sexualitys until one fateful day in october.

Without going into much explicit detail all The built up tension,confusion made for some really awkward yet endearing basic foreplay which is about as far as we were willing to go.

I loved every second of it. He was more hesitant however and didn't like me being too intimate and just wanted to have meaningless fun to be never thought of again.

The friendship was fractured and clunky after that but we had a few good parties however we never went to each others houses.

I then fell into a deep violent and homophobic denial of my sexuality for about 4 months after which I decided I couldn't choose or change my sexuality so I might as well get comfortable with it.

To this day I have never told anyone what happened between us

/BisexualConfused/

So, I (29M) was friends with this guy (28M) for 23 years. We met when I was 5 and he was 4 at a karate dojo, then again in school that same year. We hit it off and were basically inseparable for 10 years.

We hung out every weekend, and he lived at my house for the entirety of summer break for 6 of those 10 years. But things changed a bit when we were in high school. I went through a bit of mental and physical health hell, and he (rightfully) started hanging out with other people, got a girlfriend, and joined his school's football team.
The biggest issue from that point on, was neither of us really had time to hang out anymore. And we eventually just stopped talking to each other. I think we still considered each other as friends, or maybe that was just on my side, who knows lol.

But to directly answer your question as to what made me end the friendship. I was invited to his wedding... two days before it was supposed to happen... And I didn't even know he was engaged. But I was happy for him, and I still considered him my friend, so I asked what I thought were the appropriate questions.
What's the dress code? It might be too late to rent a tux, but I can at least have a suit washed and ready to go.
He told me to just wear jeans 'or something similar'. I thought it was a bit weird, but okay. Was there anything they needed for the wedding or a gift that hasn't been given yet?

He said no, I just needed to be there. (I still gave him an envelope with $500 cash as a wedding gift. I would've felt like shit otherwise.) I asked if he would mind if I brought my girlfriend to the wedding.

He said no, he didn't mind if she came too. So, on the day of the wedding, my GF and I showed up in jeans, long sleeve shirts (Hoodie in her case), with an envelope of cash... To a wedding where everyone was in what I would call 'formal' attire.

I heard people ask who we were. His mom, a woman who's literally known me since I was 5 and has called me 'son' more times than I can count, didn't want anything to do with me.

And every time I tried talking to her, she'd scrunch up her nose and walk away after a few words. And my 'friend' didn't even speak to me the entire time we were there.

The only bright spot on the day was I got to see his two sisters, who I hadn't seen in a couple of years because they were both busy with school stuff.

They were over at my place even more than their brother because my mom was their babysitter growing up, and I'd practically help raise them. Hell, they may not have been blood, but I considered them just as much my sisters as I considered my 'friend' a brother.

My GF and I sat beside the sisters while their brother got married, I chatted with them for a bit while we ate (my GF who suffers from severe social anxiety just hung out with us), then, when it was time to go, I shook their brother's hand, gave their mom a hug, shook their dad's hand and gave him a hug goodbye.
That was the last time I considered them my family. The 23 year friendship is over and I don't reply to their (aside from the sisters) messages anymore.

/ReWighting/

Last straw? well it's a really long story... Mine was a group friend that I hung around with for 20+ years. He was a bit argumentative and for that he didn't have a wide circle of friends.
But he was part of my long-term friend group that started hanging out together when we were teenagers. In our 20's and 30's we migrated (at different times) from small town to a large-ish city. We ended up living about a 20 minute drive apart in the same city. .

I had a 1500 sq ft house that was a gathering place on weekends. There were spare bedrooms so out-of-town folks could show up and snag a room. The garage had a bunch of motorcycles and the tools to fix them in it. There were 2 or 3 BBQs and a couple meat smokers on the back patio. On Saturdays, I'd start cooking around 2 PM and we'd feast at 8:00PM.

Generally shut it down around 2:00 AM We'd BBQ like crazy on the weekend, have a sprawl that would easily feed 6 or 8 people and then eat leftovers all week. There was a large screen projector TV (before LCD screens were popular), a couple of audiophile-level audio systems, a 4 station LAN set up for gaming in the basement, a Doom/Quake server. It was a geeky, party house. I lived there for over 10 years and never had the police show up.

He had a 800 sq ft condo without much for entertainment and couldn't deal with much more than 3 visitors .. typical small apartment stuff, nothing out of the normal.
So.. scenario placed.

My ex-friend slowly changed his persona to one that got angry easily. I figured this was how he decided he would be acknowledged at his office work. The quick-to-anger-guy. People started to not want to be around him as he'd find something to set himself off and them you'd have to talk him down and deal with the pall he brought to the room. Although we were computer gamers, he'd show up and insist we play tactile games like backgammon or poker. Which we did. He stopped bring in food to the BBQ because we 'always had so much'. I started a MMO game to play with him so we'd have something new to do together. We played a couple hours a night, 3 or 4 nights a week and we'd drink and eat in person on weekends. That went on for a couple years.

One day he shows up and says to me. "You're not my friend any more. All you talk about is the online game and you never come to my place and we have nothing in common" ..and he exits. (paraphrasing that)

This kind of shocks me, but ok, it's his opinion, I'll respect it. It did cut me loose from worrying about him, but I did have concerns as to why the change of mind. Then, he goes off and makes sure that all our mutual friends know that 'he' has severed our friendship and this of course causes a bit of a rift in that dynamic.

He doesn't really explain why, but inferred that I was at fault. (I'm still not sure if I was or not) Some friends go along with him and cut me out as well and some don't. I've always been a guy that didn't need a large friend group so I just roll with it. If you don't want me around, so be it. Other people do want to have me around... I'll go hang with them or invite them to my Saturday feasts.

About 7 years pass. The house gets sold (woohoo profit!) and I'm in an apartment now. Although it still bugs me that I was turned into the asshole for enjoying my party house. I still respect him and his friends decisions to excommunicate me. c'est la vie. Then one day, out of the blue, he emails my work account and says, "My attitude has been forgiven and that we should be friends again." (again...I paraphrase that) To which I respond. "Ok."

But I have a really hard time forgiving him. I have zero inclination to having him in my current friend circle or introducing him to new friends I've made in the last bunch of years. So when asked, I tell people that, "Oh, there's no fight between us" (there never was a 'fight' between me and him). But, I will never call him, or invite him to my place or engage with him in any way. Lately, there's cordial "Hi there" during group video calls, but in my mind he doesn't bring any positivity to my life so why bother with it?

Lately some friends are hinting to me that I really should resolve our differences. Unbeknownst to them I didn't have differences ...this outcome was all this ex-friends decision. To me he got what he wanted. He became a non-friend. Then, at his convenience, he figured he could just turn that back on and it would go back to some sort of normal.

Well, the normal has changed to him not being my friend and he doesn't get to be one just for being an acquaintance of other people I know. I have a small circle of close friends. I like people that like to be around me doing the stuff I like to do, challenge my thinking, introduce new things to me and tolerate me when I do the same back to them. Generally showing some mutual respect and being around if times are difficult.
So the last straw (finally, I know, ...long story) was when he figured he could just erase the problem years and return to normal. But of course, since I am hesitant to do that, I'm the asshole again.

/chickenstripsbad/

Known him since I was 10, and I'm 54 now. It's been about 8 years since I've spoken to him.
I can't say what happened, except he and his wife and daugher would come over to my house at least once a month for bar-be-que, parties, etc.

We had them at the house literally dozens of times over the years, and they had a room they stayed in at my place that we used to joke was "their room".

We even went on several family vacations together. He was the best man at my wedding 18 years ago.

About 10 years ago they were struggling to find a place of their own, dealing with family issues (they were living in his step-father's rental home at the time, and the guy sold it out from under them on a whim

They always paid the rent on time, and the step-dad just sold it and then essentially evicted them; it was pretty fucked up but they got through it).

Anyway this got them out and they bought a house of their own about 30 miles aways from where I live. A real nice place with a pool, big yard, etc. Thing is, they never once invited us over to their new home, never.

The only way I actually even saw the house was to call and ask if I could come over to see it, and they never ever invited my wife or daughter over.

It was just strange.

Other things were strange as well, like when step-dad died and they didn't invite us to the service or even tell us he had died (his entire family came to my father's funeral).

I found out just in the course of a random conversation with him about six months after the death and I was shocked he never mentioned it before that.

We kept in touch off and on for a year or so and the last time I saw him I was in his neighborhood and called him up and we went to lunch, had a nice time catching up, no issues or disagreements.

As I said that was about 8 years ago now and have had absolutely no contact of any kind since then.
I occasionally think about calling him but don't see the point. It's been so long that I can't imagine what we would talk about, or what we would have in common anymore.

/jumpy_monkey/

He returned my Red Dead Redemption PS3 disk to me all scratched up and unplayable. Normally, this wouldn't have been a big deal at all, but this felt like a long time coming.
He has always been very absent-minded and is easily influenced by others while I am not. He enjoys things that I often find childish or a waste of time, such as smoking weed/doing pills and playing video games and watching cartoons from the 90's. 

He refuses to grow as a person, which I can't handle after about 20 years. We've been friends since kindergarten and are now both 26.

I understand if he wants to relive his childhood. I like reminiscing and nostalgia as much as the next person, but it's all we ever fucking did. Looking back on our friendship I thought I was being nice by letting him choose what we do most of the time, but I was being a push-over.

Why not? Every time I went over and brought up something I wanted to do it would always go back to us playing something on his xbox or watching The Yellow Submarine while he got high. It sounds stupid, but I kinda felt like I had this obligation to stay his friend since I had been his best friend for so long.

Not to mention that phase he went through in 2013 where he did acid like every day alone living at his dad's and then ruined a family beach trip of mine that I invited him to tag along that summer by trying to convince me of all these crazy conspiracy theories that I just could NOT believe he thought were true.

I moved states in 2014 and moved back home in 2016. We stayed friends the whole time but this was really when we grew apart. He started hanging out with friends who were more abrasive than myself and who liked to go drinking and supported his drug use.

I was never the one to tell him he shouldn't do those kinds of things, but I did always make sure he knew the harm he could cause to his body and I'd tell him how I wish he wouldn't do those things. He listens, he just doesn't care about himself.

Sad, but I am also past the point of caring for this person's well-being. But after hanging with different friends, it's like he forgot how him and I interacted as friends. He was more of a dick and would pick on the things I liked and would start arguments a lot more.

When I brought this up to him, he did apologize and said it was from being around his other buddies who would casually pick on each other. I wasn't used to it and could let it go but it hasn't stopped.

He always has to have the last word and be right all the time, which is frustrating as all hell because he is mostly wrong about everything. This, coupled with everything else was too fucking much.

The last time I saw him he tried to convince me Covid-19 was a hoax and told me not to listen to my doctor. After retrieving my game and seeing it scratched upon getting home, I sent him a very long message over PSN detailing how I thought we'd grown apart and the reasons why there's no need to remain friends.

I finished by telling him to never contact me or my fianceé. He later sent an angry message to my fianceé over facebook (I don't have a fb) and called us both assholes and said I'd turn into a serial shooter.
Good riddance to shit friends.

/IfArmsHadLegs/

Oooh boy strap in bois. This might be a long one. Back in high school, one of my friends who I had known since 6th grade had gotten leukemia. We will call her Kathy. We had a small friend group of myself, Kathy, another friend we will call Anna, and a friend who had moved to a different state but would visit Kathy we will call Riley.

It is worth noting that I was often excluded from hanging out with Kathy, Anna, and Riley mainly because of Riley. Anna was always the one who extended an invitation even though I would often decline (I had depression and my parents were going through a bad divorce). Later I found out that Riley really didn’t like me and would talk bad about me with Kathy. I got bad vibes from them and I really didn’t talk to Kathy or Riley.
Anyways, I showed my support to Kathy and I even visited her twice in the hospital (she was 4 hours away and it was hard to find time where Kathy was feeling okay for visitors and I had time off from school and work and when my parents were free to drive me). Anna visited her once as well. After a long battle in the hospital, Kathy beat leukemia and was approved to go home. 

However, her muscles had atrophied and she couldn’t walk due to how long she was bed bound. I would go over to hang out with Kathy, and we wouldn’t really do anything except watch TV, although she really didn’t put in effort to talk to me so we would just sit there while she was on her phone. Which I mean, okay, at least I was spending time with her?? At the time, Anna had hung out with her once or twice and because she wouldn’t do anything, she decided to distance herself from Kathy

She also talked bad about things like how she wasn’t trying hard enough to walk (it was a very long process), how she wasn’t losing enough weight, etc. I told Anna straight up that what I thought she was doing was wrong and I didn’t agree with it.

While Anna was ghosting Kathy, Kathy was really upset as to why Anna would leave her. After about a month I told her what Anna had said because that was all she would talk about when I would come over. I told her I didn’t want to get involved or pick sides beyond that, and that I wanted to stay a middle ground because they both were my friends and I’d like to sustain both.

After some time they actually made up and Anna confided that she wasn’t really feeling all too well because her dad and his girlfriend broke up (she really liked his girlfriend and thought of her as a mother figure). This apparently translated to Kathy as Anna was suicidal and had her mom call the school.

The school called Anna’s (very toxic - which Kathy was aware of) family and it caused a lot of issues with Anna (I read the texts and nowhere did it say she was going to kill herself/felt suicidal). Anna also came to her senses and realized what she had said about Kathy was wrong, and openly told me that. However, this was her last straw and after that Anna decided to completely cut Kathy off.

I still wasn’t taking sides. Kathy would in turn post passive aggressive things on her social media, talked just as bad about Anna as Anna did Kathy, and even messaged Anna’s family members, talking bad about Anna and essentially harassing them. Anna said nothing bad about Kathy publicly or privately beyond that and Kathy was driving it out to an extreme. I still remained friends with both of them and tried not to get involved.

Kathy started getting really controlling, to the point where when Anna and I had met up for a school project, where we had to take pictures of us as a painting for our art appreciation class (we didn’t hang out a lot outside of school because of my depression), Anna posted the picture on Instagram because it was actually kindof funny, and Kathy had said that I was prioritizing Anna over her.

I told her I rarely hung out with both of them, but I hung out with Kathy more because of how I was struggling mentally. Kathy would also tell me things like “Anna will never actually be your friend” “she’s toxic and you won’t last” and would basically try to ruin our friendship from afar.

After a year Kathy was still posting passive aggressive things about Anna online. And over time, I got less and less close with Kathy to the point where we rarely talked but I still had her Snapchat which was our main mode of communication. She still talked to me to talk bad about Anna though and kept saying that I was choosing Anna over her. Which I still was clear about being in the middle. She posted a picture of Anna, me, Kathy, and Riley with the post “ew, except for Riley”.

At that point I realized I really didn’t want to surround myself with someone so controlling and negative to the point where I was constantly watching what I was saying and doing so she wouldn’t think I was choosing Anna over her, would only talk about drama with me, and even tried to guilt trip me a couple times. So I blocked her. She still has my number so she could reach out any time but never has. (When I blocked her, she had other friends as support, could walk, was starting to drive again, and was pretty much back to normal so I felt like it was the right time to leave)
I am terribly sorry for what Kathy had to go through and am incredibly proud of her for overcoming it, but that’s no excuse for how she acted towards me. I understand that she was hurt by Anna, but that doesn’t mean she should try to control other people. Gday.

/mondola282/

Long story, but please bear with me - I tried to trim it down. When I was 23 I bailed on a guy I'd known since I was 13 and had spent a lot of time with over the years. We'd gotten to know each other very well, helped each other out innumerable times, and had a lot of fun. But he had a tendency to be undermining and critical, even to the point where he'd make an ass out of himself in public. This tendency got worse as I continued through successive years at uni, whereas he had flunked 1st Year and dropped out.
My final year at uni was littered with invitations from him to hang out back in my hometown, to go to this party, to come out in town, and to join a D&D night like old times. On hindsight, it was like he was trying to sabotage my studies so that we'd both fail uni. 

But at the time I wasn't as wise - I just thought he could be difficult sometimes. But the last few times we hung out, he continued being undermining and critical, and something finally snapped in my head.

I was at a flat-warming party and a couple of people I had just met learned during our chat that I'd recently graduated. I was giving them a very quick soundbite, "cocktail party" version of what my degree was about when my friend interrupted, loudly announcing that I was "boring people about my degree", and asked me to "change the record". Diplomatically, I changed the subject and we spoke about something else instead, but inside I remember thinking - strike one.

A few weeks after that we were in a bar out of town and I was talking to some guy about animated comedy, a mutual interest. But my friend soon interrupted that to say I was "boring people talking about Ren & Stimpy, Beavis & Butthead" etc. I discretely changed the subject again - but that was strike two.

The last time we hung out, I came around only after making it clear that I was broke that night - I could come if I could scrounge enough money for a few beers, and I'd pay him back the next night when I got paid.

This is something we'd done for each other too often to count. The next part is crucial - when I arrived he said that he only had a £20 note. He gave it to me and said "this is for tonight."

Great - but it was made obvious that was his only money, and so logically had to be a shared beer pool for us both. And a £20 note was all he had - he didn't have two £10 notes, just a twenty.

You might already be able to see where this is heading. So we split the cash in half, right down the middle. I got a pint, he got a pint. I got a shot, he got a shot. I got a pitcher, he got a pitcher. (This was back in the 90's when £20 went further). We spent that £20 equally between us, down to the last bag of peanuts.

The next day...he wanted £20 back. I was bewildered. I'd only had £10 worth of beers etc. and he'd had the rest, down to the last penny. If he'd had two £10 notes the night would have unfolded exactly the same, and I would have only owed him £10.

But all of a sudden because he entrusted me with a £20 note, and we split it exactly half-half, suddenly the semantic argument "but I GAVE you 20 quid!" meant that I suddenly had to pay HIM back for beer that HE had drunk.

Figuring he was just really hard up for cash, I even offered, for my sins, to give him the £10 I owed him, and a "floating £10" on top of it - in emergencies, this "floating £10" would pass between us according to need. That way I could pay for my beer, and he could get £20 for whatever he so badly needed it for.

But he wouldn't even accept that - he made it clear that he "didn't care what I spent the £20 on", he'd "given me £20" and he wanted it all back, and for me to admit I was wrong. Internally, I thought "fuck this - strike three". I gave him £10 and walked out and we never hung out again.

He called the following weekend and for the first time in ten years I just didn't call him back. I never did. I'd had enough. I was washing that friendship off me for years. Thanks for making it to the end.

/MagicSPA/

I'd known K since my freshman year of high school, her sophomore year. She had been struggling in Spanish and English due to a mild learning disability so she asked me to help because I was skilled in both. We'd bonded over Tobuscus videos and NicePeter picturesongs and helping each other succeed.

She and I started hanging out more and more after school and it got to a point where I called her parents mom and dad. Her dad got me my first job and we just had a wonderful friendship!

I even went on dates with her and her interests to be the bouncer when she didn't see it going anywhere or she wasn't too sure about the guy.

She was my best friend in all regards and we loved each other endlessly. She came to watch me walk the stage and I remember hearing her specifically screaming that she was so proud of her best friend.

Skip to six months after I graduate and I'm forced to drop out of college due to my family drama, getting kicked out of my grandmother's, and losing my job.

I had been sleeping in my car for about two weeks until I got my second job, then I cracked and asked K if I could crash her couch until I could find a roommate. Her and her boyfriend agreed I was a reliable enough person to break their lease rules for.

It was a 1BR apartment so I slept on an air mattress behind their couch with my cat and the little stuff I had. We'd split the bills in thirds and we'd rotate who'd cook and who'd clean. Ideal right?
Well, that made me their personal relationship counselor too. I was in the middle of every screaming match where ashtrays were thrown and shit that didn't need to be said was said so I was dodging words and objects at all times. 

They also had become functioning alcoholics in the time they'd lived together before I came along and to cope, I started drinking a lot for an eighteen-nineteen year old. After I moved out I basically stopped drinking but one or two occasions heavily, up into my twenty first where I drank too much in a good way. But after that... I felt like every time we hung out she was pressuring me to drink.

And I was right, "Take a drink, you've gotta keep up! C'mon, don't fall behind! You can't let me outpace you!" like every five minutes. I'd nurse a single mixed drink for the entirety of our visits. So I distanced myself from her greatly.

My life moved on, I ended up with my now fiance, we had a beautiful little boy together, we're fixing our finances to make big leaps together and she was posting pictures from parties two-three times a week.

The people she ended up spending the most time with were drug addicts, like cocaine and meth, so one day I saw a picture of them on the way to a club on a Thursday night. I looked down at my son, and back to my phone and just deleted them both.

I felt guilty at first, like I was being petty or jealous about how different our lives have been... but upon further thought I just flat out realized she and I weren't struggling teens helping each other flourish anymore, and that I wasn't required to honor a friendship that no longer existed.

I washed my hands of it all and haven't heard a peep about it. You're not required to still hang onto high school friendships if they're chronic alcoholics with seedy friends... if it's dead, let it die; move along, and don't cry.

/oohrosie/

Idk if this counts as crazy or creepy, or both, but here goes. I had this "friend" that used to hang out with out friend group. He was, frankly, just really weird. I'm not going to harp on his image because that's not the important part, but I feel that being able to visualize him will really drive this story home, so before I tell you why he was crazy, this is what he looked like.

Imagine an average height man in his mid twenties, with the body of someone who used to be passable athletic but has since gotten doughy. Not fat, just sort of noticeably out of shape. Extremely hairy, but balding, and super unkempt and "sloppy" is really the only way to describe him- the kind of guy that burps loudly at a table and doesn't acknowledge it. He was kind of greasy, too- he was the kind of guy who you envision when you see a pube in the urinal.

I just want to get that mental image set in stone before I continue, as my way of acknowledging that, sometimes stereotypes exist for a reason. As I get more into this, you'll likely think "this guy sounds like a looney," and you'll be right. Just remember, I tried really hard to give him the benefit of the doubt, and so, was blind to his weirdness for a long time. So anyway, all the girls in our friend group hated this guy. They thought he was creepy and weird. And for the record, he *was* extremely weird, but like I said, I really wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. Frankly, I thought he might have some sort of social disorder, and wanted to be nice to him, as did most of the guys in our group- I guess maybe we just didn't see it because to us he was harmless, and kind of a clown, you know? 

Anyways, so he was the kind of guy that would burp loudly and not sat anything about it. And, he'd *fucking blow it*. **BURRP, blow.** Or, he'd like, shed- like I said, he was super hairy, and he'd leave these thick, curly black pube hairs everywhere, whether they were pubes or arm hairs, well never know. He was super cheap, and would never throw in on group activities, or if he did it would be noticeably and egregiously less than everyone else. He also used to say the *weirdest.* *fucking.* *stuff.* His jokes were really damn bad, and he'd say them all the time. He'd also give everyone these fucking nonsensical nicknames, and he was a fucking encyclopedia for obscure pop culture knowledge. He also would always reference these "chicks" (only way he ever referred to women) he was "talking to," and was obsessed with showing pictures of them from their fbs. We never met a single one. And, a lot of his fb pics were selfies of him with a woman, where she basically looked weirded out or disturbed, or smiling awkwardly/uncomfortably, and he'd be smiling (basically like they weren't as close as he made it seem). 

I know what you're thinking at this point. Sounds like a goober. Sounds like just some kooky guy. Yes, you're right- that's what I thought too! He's just some kooky weirdo, with bad social skills. So, I tricked myself into thinking it was endearing, and was very friendly to him. So, something else of note, the girls would always mention these weird little things that he did (outside of his normal weirdness, but never anything super fucked up), and to be honest, we all thought they were exaggerating or being dramatic. To be clear, not just because they were women, or whatever- not mysoginistically, but because they already hated him and thought he was creepy. And also, I think that was part of the problem- he never super blatantly crossed any lines, so it was easy to attribute any tiny transgressions to him just being a weirdo, and socially not all there. 

So this went on for a few years. He was the guy who would always just sort of be there in the background at gatherings and stuff, and would invite himself along to things. I'll now share two really weird things that happened before the really fucked up ones, because these two moments are when my opinion of him started to change.

Once, we were riding in my friends car. My friend was driving, I was in the passengers seat, and the weird guy was in the back, behind the driver. We stopped and got out- our destination was behind the car and to the passengers side. So, the driver and weird guy got out, and walked around the back of the car toward where we were going, and I got out and walked straight there.

Weird guy rounded the back passenger corner of the car right as I got to it. I yawned. As I was yawning, he burped, turned his head, **AND BLEW HIS BURP INTO MY OPEN MOUTH AS I WAS DEEPLY INHALING.** Unintentional or not, I don't know that I've ever been closer to smashing someone's face through a car window. Sometimes, when a storms coming, I can still taste his hot, moist, stinky breath in my mouth. It was disgusting.

Another time, a bunch of stuff went missing in my friends house, and the weird guy is the only one who it could have been. I'm not going to get too into detail, but we talked about it extensively, and he's the only one it could possibly have been, and items from her room (where she was sleeping when this occurred) were included in the list of stolen items. But a $100 bill was left untouched on her nightstand. It was really fucking weird. And remember, this is when I was still trying to give him the benefit of the doubt (but now thought he was just a disgusting animal, and super odd, but not a bad person).

Anyways, there were a bunch of weird instances similar to that, or where he'd Crack an inappropriate joke at an inappropriate time and it was just... off? Wrong? Idk. He made a lot of people very uncomfortable, and killed the mood or vibe more than a few times. To be honest, I always just sort of thought he just lacked the charisma to pass his eccentricities and social ineptitude off as quirks.

So, now on to the straw that broke the camels back. We go out to a bar one weekend and we're talking with this group of girls. Weird guy walks up. All of the women (maybe 7 or 8 of them) start sort of milling about, acting really strange, immediately upon his arrival and then they just left out of nowhere.

The last one out walked up to me and whispered in my ear that the weird guy had been stalking her friend (one of the ones that left). We thought that was just absolutely absurd- after all, he's harmless, right? He's just odd! Whatever.

*The very next weekend,* we went to *a different bar,* and *were talking to a different group of chicks,* and **THE EXACT SAME THING HAPPENED!!!** That's when I finally realized he was was a fucking weirdo, creepy as shit, and probably not just the innocent, goofy, quirky guy we'd all assumed. I immediately cut ties with him, as did the rest of the group, and apologized to the girls in our group for not seeing it sooner.

To this day, I see him on social media in the backgrounds of people's pictures and stuff, and cringe. Or, it'll be a group pic and he'll be like, the guy in the back or to the side forcing himself in. Clearly not belonging. It's really weird. And, it makes me think back on times when he'd talk about his other friends or girls he was hanging out with etc, and we never met any of them.

And the ones we did meet didn't seem to actually like him, and would almost act surprised when he would get super chummy with them. Anyways. That's the story of how I tried super hard to give a really weird guy the benefit of the doubt and then life showed me that sometimes, people are just fucking crazy.

/lokiblessed/

Had a buddy who was on hard times. Fired, GF kicked him out, nowhere else to go, etc. I was renting a 3 bedroom place, so I offered.

Moved him in, moved all of his screen printing gear in, helped get the last of his stuff from his ex (also my friend) b/c he couldn't do it, and let him live rent free for a few months to help get him back on his feet.
I got married and moved out. He took over the lease. NBD. All in a day's work, right? Then I started hearing from third parties about all the shit he was talking about me. 

Like I never cleaned the place when we lived together, how bad my band sucks, I was some kind of baby b/c I used to get high and watch Saturday morning cartoons, and I was some kind of freak b/c I liked to hang out naked while he wasn't around. (I know what you're thinking... but

No, he never ran into me while I was in the buff.) I was pissed, but the info wasn't 1st hand, so I let it go and didn't hang with him much. He got a new girl, got engaged, and came to me to borrow (never returned) a suit to get married in. No hard feelings.

A couple years later, I'm having my 40th birthday and I want to rent a place and have a party for my friends. The space I settle on has a strict limit of AT LEAST 30 people. If I don't have the minimum, they're going to charge me 50% again as much. I send out a bunch of invites and emails and explain that I need RSVP's so I can get an accurate head count for the venue.

Wouldn't you know it, with the deadline looming, I'm at 29, and my old buddy is the last hold out. I call, email, text, no response. I'm out drinking at the bar he now owns and am hoping to run into him to get a confirmation.

Our mutual friend is the bartender. "Oh yeah," he says, "Jeff wanted me to tell you that he's coming. He just thought it was too late to tell you." I'm relieved, and call the venue to confirm.

FFwd to the party and my buddy's not there. The venue manager is doing a head count, and I'm back pedaling for the whole party, calling, texting, no response.

At the end of the night, he never showed up and I had to fork over another $400 to the venue for failing to meet the minimum. The next week, I'm trying to talk it through with another friend. He shows me the text he got from Jeff that night. "What kind of an asshole throws himself a birthday party?"

MOST people would probably have considered that their final F you to me and just ditched my number, but not this guy.

A month or so later I get a text from him. I've got kind of a rare CD that he wants a copy of, and IDK why, but I burn one for him.

Music was one of the things we had in common, and I guess I figured this might be a way to stay friends. Anyway, he tells me he'll buy my a beer (at his bar) and just meet him up at the bar later. I head there and wait... Completely stood up.

After buying a few of his beers, I left the CD with the bartender and went home. the next day I get a text: "WTF Dude. No jewel case or liner notes? How am I supposed to know the name of the songs?"
THAT was it for that asshole.

/esp735/

Myself and my ex-friend (dub him Tom) had a mutual friend (dub him Mike). Mike had a long history of suicidal tendencies, and had attempted it twice already.

A few months prior, Mike had made attempt number 3 by getting drugged up and standing in front of a train.

Mike jumped away last second and got clipped, fracturing a couple ribs and dislocating his shoulder. By the time the last straw happened, Mike was all better. He actually healed fast, we were calling him iron man for it.
We were all 3 at a party, like 12 ish people there. All from my high school, all good friends. All drunk. 

So, around a couple others, I asked Mike about his train experience. I said if he was at all uncomfortable talking about it, to please say so. I was drunk and wanted to know what that surreal experience was like.

Again, I made it very clear I respected his wish to not tell. Mike said it was fine, and he was laughing about it, actually. Said how dumb it was and how he feels much better for the time being.

After, Tom comes up to me. Tom has a history of being belligerent. He grabs my shirt and (tries, I am twice his size) to push me. Says if I ever do shit like that again, he will “kill me.” Tom won’t get off, insists he knows what’s best for Mike.

Know that Tom had NEVER done anything to really help Mike with his issues. I tell him to get off of me, what the fuck dude.

Night ends. Next day, 8am, Tom calls me and says he’s coming to my Mom’s house. I’m staying there for the weekend, I have my own place.

Tom gets there, wakes me up, and again tries to berate me for talking to Mike about it. I say “what the fuck are you doing, it’s 8am, I went to bed at 3am, get out of this house.” Tom won’t leave, he tries to block me in my room.

He is yelling at me, this and that. I finally have to push him, 20+ feet, from my room to the front door. He tells my mother “I don’t know where you went wrong, but your son is retarded.”

He also says, in front of my mom, “if you ever talk to Mike like that again, I’ll kill you and bury you in front of her (points to mom)” I had to get in his face and tell him to leave or get the shit kicked out of him. I’m not violent, I’m just a big guy. Fuck Tom.

Tom also once started a fight with another “best friend” and got his nose broken by said friend. Totally Tom’s fault.

Tom then tried to make the other friend pay for the hospital bill after starting the fight. Needless to say, Tom has no more friends from high school.

/get-bread-not-head/

Former best friend... an accumulation of events really... LONG ago he was accused of Raped by a chick... now this chick SCREAMED for attention... a real attention seeker so, even if MOST of our circle of friends sided with her, I sided with my friend, sure he is tall and strong, but I saw him cry watching movies like Homeward Bound and stuff... he was a big softy, couldnt imagine him forcing anyone doing stuff like that... plus the girl, like i mentioned, CRAVED attention like a crack-addict...

My friend was completely demolished... he himself called the cops about this... saying that a girl accuses him of rape, that he didnt do... Cops couldnt do anything.... and the girl accusing him never wanted to go to cops saying its her words against his... blah blah
Time goes by... one thing that always pissed me off about him, was if I presented him to my friend circle, he was all welcome and it was friendly and all... but whenever he presented me to his friend circle... he was always putting me down... humiliating me in front of his other friends... making fun of me... talking about their inside stuff and leaving me out... this was pissing me off a lot... so whenever he wanted me to hang with him and his buddies, I flat out refused...

Later on I meet this girl, we hang out, go out... its all cool... I present her to him... he falls head over heels for her... comes to me and say he really likes her, BUT for respect 'cuz I'm with her, he wont do shit and its all good...

Time pass by... turns out the girl had LOTS of issues and I'm not into her anymore... we stayed friends but nothing more... So I announce it to him, and he's like SO it's cool if he ask her out... I tell him I dont give a crap BUT THE GIRLS HAS TONS OF ISSUES...

I wouldnt recommend him going out with her... to Trust me on this... But otherwise I wouldnt stop him if he still wants to.

Later on the girl tells me my friend is super clingly and keeps invinting her non-stop and she's not interested and ask me, since he's my friend, to tell him to back off she's super uncomfortable... So ok I tell him this...

He gets mad saying I'm just jealous... I tell him that I'm not and I send him the transcript of the girl asking me to tell him... he says its bullshit...

Then the girl is F-ing tired of my friend's advances and she want to get back with me... I tell her I'm not interested I moved on... she gets mad... and then days later I hears my friend and her are together... and she just keeps showing off with him... and gets even more mad that I dont give a damn about her and I play the card of the guy that is happy they are together.

Didnt last she breaks up with him as fast as this started... Then she calls me and ask if I could help her with an Electricity problem in her apartment... WHAT???

She CLEARLY knows I know nothing about this.. I'm an IT guy, not an Electricity guy... FURTHER MORE... my said friend IS AN ACTUAL Electrician... Why doesnt she ask him instead? and her reply was like "Pffff as if I'll ever ask him anything... i dont want to do anything with him ever again" So I bite, and asked whats up with him...

She tells me he raped her... (That rape story really broke my friend back then so chances are she knew about it and was using this to hurt him even more) Anyway I poke my friend about this and sends him the transcript saying like "Dude look what she's saying in your back..." And his reply "Yeah? Well she told me the same about you, that YOU raped her you fucking sick bastard"

And he blocked me... he sided with her believing i raped her even if I never even had sex with her... even tho all this time I sided with him when HE was accused of raped, he sides with the girl now the same shit happens to me.

He Unblocked me later on to keep yelling at me... I blocked him back... never unblocked him since then... that was it.

/Tefitef/

Oh, boy. Here we go. A few weeks ago I get a text from a perfect stranger. He introduces himself. He’s the colleague of the neighbor of the person who I regularly dog sit for. I’ve been dog sitting for this sweet Keeshond for about eight years, his human travels a lot and for long periods of time and I’m pretty friendly with her neighbor as we’ve seen each other over the years.

He also has my number because I’ve watched his dog a few times before. I guess his colleague needed a dog sitter. No worries. I’m a dog lover and a person who’s happy to help people, even though I have a full time job. All good.

I call this person up. Right away, I get a strange vibe, but maybe I’m just imagining things. He tells me he’s leaving for Europe on business on Sunday night (it’s Friday morning) and does NOT want to use a professional dog sitting service. A bit odd, especially since he’s making this decision so last minute, but whatever, I’ve said yes, and I agree to go meet him the next day. He lives in a small condo. The “cadence” for the next two weeks he says is as follows: arrive at 6am PST (we are ON the Pacific Coast, but good thing he specified, I would have shown up at 6am Israeli time otherwise) and 8pm PST. That’s a pain in the ass, but I have to be at work really early anyway, so whatever. And it’s only two weeks. ONLY two weeks. It’s extra cash and some time with a nice dog. 

He proceeds to tell me that he’s burned his bridges with every professional dog walking service on the planet. His company recommends two particular dog walking apps since their employees travel a lot, both of which, he says, he reported to corporate for “various reasons.” I asked what the problem was (to make sure I didn’t do anything wrong) and he gave me the vaguest possible answers. “Service is service,” he said. “I don’t care if you’re just a dog walker, if I pay somebody to do a job it better be done exactly as I want it!” “Yeah, man. I hear you. So... what were they doing wrong?” “Well, I had to explain to them that service is service!” etc. 

I drop it. Fast forward a little bit. He tells me to text him AT LEAST twice a day, once when the dog has eaten in the morning, and another time when the dog has eaten in the evening. For two whole weeks. I’m sensing red flags, but in an awkward position because I’ve already kind of committed so I’m agreeing, but on the inside thinking to myself that I’ve bitten off more than I can chew. Although, I’m sure I misheard him. He can’t possibly want me to text him every time the dog eats.

He emails me a FOUR-PAGE instructions manual that details the process of taking the dog for a walk (NO MORE than 15 minutes so he doesn’t get cramps) and feeding him twice. Make sure he poops and pees 3-4 times. No more, no less. I’m supposed to put the food bowl away immediately after he eats. He is supposed to eat right on schedule because “consistency is very important in this household.” Don’t feed him unless he sits for you first. “He knows better.” Close the blinds at night, open them in the morning. Set the AC twice a day. Keep these toys in circulation, while removing those toys.

Alternate, so he doesn’t get bored. But don’t give him too many toys at once, we don’t want to spoil him. He emails me this document an hour before his flight leaves. Once he leaves, he starts texting me maybe ten times a day. How’s the dog? How is everything? Is he eating? How much am I feeding him? Remember to give him some toys but they MUST circulate. Has he had any accidents? Oh, and the kicker. There is a SECOND dog walker who comes in the afternoons, once a day.

On the first day, I was surprised to find another car in my designated parking space, (there’s no street parking so it’s virtually impossible with another car parked in his space) and I text him. He writes back immediately “it’s my neighbor, it happens sometimes. I’ll tell them to move.” I’m irritated but whatever. The ten texts I get afterward “you good now? Did they move? How’s the dog? Did he have an accident? Please do not forget to set the AC. Remember to open the blinds” reinforce that I’m in for way more than I bargained for.

The next morning, on day three, the dog took a shit on the floor. It’s okay, I clean it up but I text him to let him know (per his written instructions, plus I’m semi-jokingly hoping to maybe get fired). I go to work. I look at my phone and have five texts and two missed calls. All before 7am. I go somewhere and call him.

Our conversation goes like this: “Walk me through the steps. I need to know everything you’re doing. Where are you walking him? Which direction do you turn at the stop sign? He’s only getting ONE cup of food right? How many toys does he have at once?” so, exhausted, I begin. “Alright. I come in, I walk him -“ now, he’s pissed. He raises his voice. “EXCUSE ME! BACK UP. I said walk me through EVERY step. Now, start with when you pick up his leash. How are you removing the leash from the counter?!”

At that point, I give him two (generous) days notice. I tell him he needs to find somebody else. If it wasn’t for the fact that there was a poor dog involved, I would have given him no notice. Now I know why he can’t use any professional services.

I guess there’s something called being blacklisted? He’s furious. He says he’ll “make a few calls.” A few hours later, he lets me know he’s found a replacement. He chews me out for leaving him with no notice. I tell him I agreed to this whole arrangement with out of the blue and with no notice so, sorry? He furiously tells me he wishes I wouldn’t “end things this way.” Granted, I’m not good with breakups, so... sorry again? He’s also interspersing his tantrum with profuse thank yous for “everything” I’ve done and for my honesty.

I gave him two whole days of notice and I had even offered to take the dog in for him to be boarded. He snapped back that he boarded him once and “had a bad experience.” No surprise there. The funny thing is he had left me his mom’s contact information in case of a “dire” emergency, but didn’t reach out to her.

She’s obviously local. He had also mentioned he had a brother who was local. But I guess he’s burned his bridges with all of them too. Full circle. I just completed two weeks of dog sitting for my favorite Keeshond. It was the most peaceful two weeks ever, as always.

A couple of years ago, a friend of mine drove to the local high school in the middle of the night and called his then-girlfriend (also my friend) to say that he was sorry, and that he'd be killing himself. I didn't know any of this until later, but they had been on-and-off for about six months at that point, things were getting violent, cheating was happening on his part, etc. etc. etc. and as a result he just kind of... broke. After he hung up she used Find My iPhone to track him, got in her car, and called his parents to help her with whatever happened.

She called him back and told him she was coming to get him, at which point he began running across town to, I don't know, escape? She was tracking him while keeping his family up-to-date on his location, and eventually they cornered him in a park.

His mother stayed in the family car, but both his dad and his girlfriend jumped out of their respective vehicles and started running after him. The dad was faster, so his girlfriend doubled back and got into his parents' car with the mother in the driver's seat and took off around the block to try to cut them off.

His parents had called the police sometime during the chase, and now the cops were there to help try to reign him in (it's a small, sleepy town, so they probably got there in less than five minutes). Eventually, his dad tackled him to the ground and a police officer restrained him.

He was questioned, somehow found to be sound of mind, and was released on the condition that his girlfriend would get him back to their place. The park that he had run to was about a mile and a half down the road from their home, so his parents begrudgingly allowed her to take him. Besides, his car was still across town, so it wasn't like he had the option to drive himself anyway.

After a few moments of heavy silence and a ways down the road he began screaming at his girlfriend, hitting her, trying to pull the wheel, pushing her against her door, and eventually pulled the e-brake to force her to stop. He jumped out of the car and ran the rest of the way home. She called the police again and took off after him.

The details as to what he initially happened when she got home are fuzzy, but I do know that a fight started, and that at some point his parents showed up. Things quickly devolved into a shouting match, name-calling, blame being thrown from all parties, and eventually lead to his mother saying he was no longer her son and to never speak to him again. This left he and his girlfriend alone together, and a physical altercation took place.

It was at this point that his girlfriend finally noticed what nobody else had in all the commotion: one of his arms had been sliced open in an attempted suicide. I wasn't there, so I don't know how nobody noticed anything, but I know for a fact that his arm was cut nearly elbow to wrist.

An officer arrived on the scene right at this time, and because their door had been left wide open by the mother when storming out, he could clearly hear everything that had happened over the last minute or so and, after immediately noticing the gash on his arm, put two-and-two together and 5150d him on the spot.He spent the night in a psych ward and was released the next day into the care of, shockingly, his girlfriend.

He and I had arranged a few days ago to meet at my house to discuss what was going on with he and his girlfriend at his request, though I had no fucking idea what had happened the night prior. I noticed his bandage, but didn't think much of it and thought maybe he was covering a new tattoo (I don't have any myself, so I didn't know what aftercare looked like at the time).

This man sat with, talked, and cried with me for over an hour about how miserable he was with his girlfriend, how everything going wrong in his life was her fault. Never once, though, did he talk about how he hit her, how he cheated on her, how he gaslit and manipulated her to the point that she was actively self-destructing.

These were all things I only learned about when, days later, she showed up at my house at 2AM sobbing, covered in bruises, talking about how he had locked her out on the patio during a fight and then tried to rape her when he let her back in. She had a short video that was accidentally taken when he tried to take her phone that (though you couldn't see much because it was so blurry) captured him calling her a "worthless bitch" as she ran down the stairs and away from their home.

I was horrified to think that I allowed this man was able to keep this hidden for so long, especially considering I was at their house so often and considered them both my best friends. She didn't go home for a week after that, sleeping instead on my couch. I realize now that when he came over to talk, he was trying to turn me, her only friend, against her so that she had no one left to turn to, giving him full control.

She and I aren't that close anymore for unrelated reasons, but she has told me that she still sees and sleeps with him on occasion, and has done so consistently since they officially broke up. This is despite his being in a committed relationship almost the entire time, and her having one or two in that time as well.

As a result of a major heartbreak I had I started seeing a girl not too long after my girlfriend broke up with me. I had been slowly spinning out with a bad drug problem (which is why my girlfriend broke up with me) and when I met this new girl she expedited the process. We met outside of a bar and the behest of a mutual friend and within minutes we were in the bathroom doing blow together.

Over the next few months we did heroin, meth, blow, etc but our favorite was a cocktail of cocaine and Dilaudid. We had orgys with her friends (both male and female) and I started to lose touch with my friends. One night I made a serious attempt on my life (an overdose of 50+ pills including Xanax, anti-depressants, Dilaudid, and so on) and I only survived because she noticed my texts were strangely worded and incomplete. I was an English major and I had a strange resistance to text vernacular so she noticed my wording was inconsistent with my ideology about it.

After I woke up in the hospital and was put on a 72-hour hold in NJ, I returned home to New York and decided that I needed to get clean. I got a small job and started focusing on my music career (which had fallen apart months before the overdose because of my building drug problem). I stopped hanging out with people her and I met and formed a new group of friends. I cared very deeply for this girl so I didn’t abandon her even though she may have enabled the entire process.

So over the months we were staying in at night, playing video games, watching TV, hanging with my roommates, trying to have good clean fun. She started to say things to me that were really disturbing after a month or two of not doing drugs and staying in. She started calling me “stupid” and “boring” and telling me how everyone hated me. We would fight and I would always cave when she’d apologize about it the following day.

Somehow she squeezed herself into living with me by bringing over a suitcase to keep her things safe (her roommates were heroin users and stuff of hers randomly would go missing, or so she says). And a lot of nights she wouldn’t come home. She told me she’d made some friends with new people and I, the naive one, was happy she was hanging out with some new friends.

One night her and I made plans for dinner and a movie and she never came home. The next morning I told her to get her things and leave and she threw herself on the floor crying, saying no one loves her and no one wants her, that her “own mother doesn’t want her.” It’s sad because she wasn’t lying about her mother. I caved and continued a relationship with her.

I found out one night from a friend that she’d slept with multiple bartenders from bars we’d go to, and a couple other guys that her and I met together, that she didn’t know from before me. I called her on it and she said, almost to quote, “Well you’re boring and a pussy and I was bored and lonely. What else was I gonna do?” Again, I told her to pack up and leave. She throws herself on the floor, I cave, blah blah blah.

Come Christmas time, we worked through it and I told her that I wanted us to seriously date and give it a real shot. She agreed and everything was, honestly, wonderful. We went on dates, hung out constantly, had great sex and it seemed we were ok. She told me when I first met her she used to play flute so I bought her a flute for Christmas.

Any musician will tell you, they aren’t cheap and finding a flute dealer is very hard. I ask her to come to my parents’ place for Christmas and she agrees, then a couple days later declines telling me her aunt has contracted cancer and she needs to go to DC to see her and her mother. Without hesitation I say ok, give her the flute and I shoot to NJ for the week.

While I’m home I find out she’s not with her aunt (who very much DOESN’T have cancer) but with one of the guy’s she met at a cabin he owns in upstate NY. They were there having sex all week, hanging with his friends. And so I called it off. I called her on it and I finally made a clean break.

When we’re arguing she’s telling me how it’s my fault she’s doing these things, lying and cheating, and she tells me I’m dumb and she’s much smarter than me to get away with all of this. Again, I cave after all of this (which by this point makes all this abuse my fault for not having it in me to leave, truthfully).

I forget what happened but something major happened and SHE broke it off with me. And I honestly felt relieved. She sent me a long apology text and I sent her a text saying “Ok.” And never answered her again. She called me hundreds of times, taking back what she said about breaking up, texted me thousands of times but the spell had been broken.

Months later, I find out she stole my roommates laptop and told many, many people that I was physically abusing her. And everyone believed her without even asking me. I’ve never been hostile, I don’t physically get into it with anyone and yet people hear this and are planning on coming to my apartment to KILL me for it. All this finally comes out and I set the record straight and told everyone this story and they believed me.

There are many moments in here that are the “final” moment that made me think she was crazy. But hearing that I physically abused someone I didn’t and having every friend of mine abandon me because of it was the hardest blow. I’m one to get in the crowd of hurting people who beat their spouses. To think one was mobilizing against me, as I write this, makes me want to vomit.

Whilst I’ve unfortunately had a few last straws, two stick out most since we were close before I went “fuck it”.

Used to be pretty close to a friend who would be pretty nice to everyone, no matter what. I was even helping them come out the closet, helped with names and we just generally had no bad vibes together. One incident that I used to remember fondly was when I had done a runner at college, basically went missing for the entire day but they and a few others knew where I was so the person went and got my bags back for me whilst the others sat with me.

I should’ve let the last straw be the time they said they were wrongly assaulted by a police officer but they seemed to be very sorry for lying so I forgave them for it.

They bought me a weekend ticket to attend a convention and I’d be staying at their apartment. I was pretty excited to spend a weekend with them, and of course they were gonna show me a knife collection they had. (They weren’t dangerous at all I should add, crazy yes, but dangerous, no). During the weekend, I was constantly left alone in the hall. I was pretty hurt, I thought we’d spending time together but luckily a few others were there and another friend gave that person a huge telling off and just let me hang with them and their friends.

After the convention and the time I went home, instead of normal messages that I would normally receive they had begun to question me. A lot. For a good few days they were asking if I took one of their knives, and said it must be in my bag which I had already unpacked and put away, it was not there and I kept telling them this but they were convinced I had taken their knife. I was beginning to get uncomfortable and angry with the accusation that I’d stolen from them. Then suddenly normal messages. No apology, no nothing, they had just misplaced it during the time I was there. I didn’t reply because I was really pissed off, I spoke to another friend about it and I realised how nuts it seemed over one knife that cost no more than 20 quid. (Saw the same one in a store). 

Second friend was crazy all the time but for some reason I never said or did shit because once again they were very kind. They were what you’d call a “transtrender”, the kind that did LGBT because it seemed awesome to try and be unique and that it seemed so trendy to be one right now. I say LGBT because they said they were more than just Transgender at one point, they said they were a few more things and as can you guess, they weren’t. A few of my actual trans friends learned this and they got very pissed off by the end of it.

I supported them because I knew they had some tough moments, I often spoke to them as we had very good conversations and even opened up a side blog together on Tumblr.

They were dating a mutual friend of mine who I’m still friends with now as they have been one of my biggest supporters at this point in my life. A few weeks in they claimed they were polyamorous (nothing against that as long as it isn’t an excuse to cheat), and wanted our mutual friend to be as well so they could date someone who I’ve only met three times. It was broken off because my friend was uncomfortable with the idea. I got the hint that ok maybe they’re a little unstable but they’ve still treated everyone kindly. They told me they had a “wee crush” on me at one point but I shrugged it off, felt uncomfortable.

One point they really wanted a job and decided on being a cam actor. They had bought new underwear specifically for this and had taken sexual pictures but decided against it because their full name made it obvious they were trying to be another gender. I didn’t tell them that I had found plenty of bonus hole boys or chicks with dicks on cam before. I don’t remember why but they showed me the sexual pictures they took because otherwise it would’ve “gone to waste”.

The very last time we spoke, they were complaining about being misgendered. They had a gender mutual sounding name, still dressed as their biological gender (nothing against wearing what you want, it’s just that anyone who’s truly been trans around me has expressed dysphoria on having to wear gendered clothes and have gotten very upset). I pointed out that no one will guess upon first meeting them because they still looked very very much like their biological gender.

“Fuck you, you trans ignorant asshole”

I was pretty angry by this as it was uncalled for, so I ended the friendship right then and there. I had a conversation with my actual transgender friends and they were angry, they read the screenshots, one confirmed that this wasn’t at all right and that the transtrender needed to go to a doctor to get help but by then blocking had already been done.

Afterwards I heard they were identifying as asexual. No sexual desires or feelings. A friend found it to be another thing they were treating as a trend (during this time it was Asexual Awareness, I assume that’s why they came out with asexual). Why was this found out? They were caught trying to fuck another person, apparently this was whilst they were dating someone else too. I was glad I broke off the friendship at that point.

The way they acted with LGBT had actually made me change my mind on coming out. I was like “fuck it, I’ll do it in secret”, I’ve only just started coming out recently.

She was my best friend for a few years... the few months leading up to me cutting her out of my life I had begun to think something just wasn’t right. She embellished a lot when telling stories to always make herself seem better. Especially when it came to getting into confrontations with people.

She would also get really aggressive whenever someone disagreed with her as if it was a personal attack. In the beginning I brushed it off as just a weird quirk but it eventually started to bother me b/c well... lighten up. Strangely enough, this exact thing is what showed me her true colors and made me realize I wanted nothing to do with her lol.

Okay, so we get home late as hell, like 3 am. My other friend was DD. It was early February in Georgia so it was COLD. We’re walking up to her apartment door, and the apartment directly across from hers opens and this guy comes out wearing a ski mask! We’re a couple college girls very drunk and it’s 3 am and this is sketch as fuck. We go inside call police and just report suspicious activity. We go to bed and my friend who I cut contact with, let’s call her K, says she is so worried she doesn’t know how she’ll be able to sleep at all.

The next morning she asked me to accompany her to the leasing office to speak with them about it because she’s concerned with her safety and the residents safety and also is demanding to see video surveillance. They bring an officer in, so now we have officially handed it over to the property management and police.

We gave them the apartment number and they said they would review the footage and shut off their keys to force them to come down when their key suddenly won’t let them in and speak with them (They are electronic keys). So here’s where it gets interesting. K refuses to leave until they show her the video surveillance.

They keep telling her that it is against policy and now that the police officer is looking into it he can’t disclose that kind of thing. Completely understandable, yet she is literally causing a scene. She called her mom to have her mom tell him how concerned she is for her daughters safety, but when her mom agreed to just let the police handle it now and they’d give us updates she told her mom to shut up!!

My mom would kill me if I said that lol that really made me step back. So we get an update from the office, and the guy who left the apartment does in fact live there and he was just wearing the mask cause it was cold. So with this news, I feel like it’s time to move on.

There’s no bad guy and even though I think it’s weird he chose to wear a ski mask, the situation is over now and it ended being a misunderstanding. K on the other hand..... nope. She COULD NOT let it go. She went on and on and on about how “no one wears ski masks” “I was in Colorado skiing and no one wore them there either. Who does that? That’s so weird” I kept trying to tell her that while I think it’s weird too, we don’t know where he comes from or what his idea of normal is... so we really shouldn’t judge or care.

And she kept telling me I was wrong??? It eventually started to hurt my feelings bc I thought the conversation was stupid as fuck and literally the mystery had been solved. I don’t care anymore. I tell her I’m done talking about it bc I disagree with her and that’s fine, we don’t have to agree. But she’s starting to hurt my feelings so can we please stop.

The second I told her she was hurting my feelings now and should not call me names, because she decided my opinion was “naive” and “ignorant”, she flipped her argument around and literally just started calling me names over and over and saying well “my opinion is that you’re naive. You’re ignorant. No one wears ski masks” I couldn’t believe that this has really escalated to the point of her calling me names.

She never apologized. Never asked to talk about it. She pretended everything was fine a few days later. I found out she moved my rig (I kept it at her place bc I lived on campus at the time) without my knowledge to someone else’s house. I found out through that person.

That’s when I decided I had enough. She called me names, she was kind of a liar and always painted herself as the good guy/victim, and now this? She confronted me when I went to get my rig and accused me of going through her shit to try and steal it. We had been friends for years and she really said that to me. She said “you know if you were really my friend...” but I cut her off, told we weren’t friends anymore, and left.

The end. Thank god that crazy girl is out of my life too. I later found out the other sides to her many stories of ppl fucking her over and how they were not at all like what she led me to believe. Whenever I saw her on campus, she would sneer at me and immediately start talking shit to whoever was next to her if she happened to be with someone.

That really cemented my decision.

So, this is two fold and ended up being a match made in dis... a big theme park hell. I was on a college co-op for a big theme park in Florida. They house all their co-ops in apartments they own. Ours had six guys in it, two per room. The guy I shared a room with seemed cool, I'm a nerd so finding other nerds is helpful.

This guy and I would go around the parks with different accents and just have fun, clean fun(emphasis on clean). Sometimes we'd put our foot in our mouths. For example: one time I tried a British accent while talking to a group of other co-ops.

One of the girls called me out... turns out they were from Britain. Had a good laugh, they thought we were cool things went on. I found out this guy was in the drama club and was going in to the arts and that was neat. We'd do little gags but nothing bad or insulting. I thought he was a pretty stand up dude.

During all this (a couple months) I'd wake up freezing. I'd get up in the middle of the night and the thermostat is at 45°. And this would happen all the time. I thought he was lucky because he brought this very thick fleece blanket among others and he wouldn't get that cold. Because he'd be up late with his shift, I would ask what the temp was when he went to bed and he'd say our agreed upon 68°(all six of us agreed on that temp).

He would tell me he saw one of the other guys mess with it but didn't realize he was setting it so low. This went on for about two months waking up at 3AM to see the thermostat was set between 45-55°. One night I opened our door, which was right across the way from the thermostat, and went to adjust it when the two guys in the back of the apartment came out and started accusing me of messing with it. Before I could give a rebuttal, the guys in the front were there accusing the guys from the back room.

As I saw my roommates squabble, it hit me... "hey, are you guys turning the thermostat down?" They shook their heads no. Looked at the other guys, "Are you?" They also shook their head no. It was the one guy who wasn't woken up by the cold. With the other four watching, I set the temp to 68 and removed the spring so it couldn't be messed with. (The crazy guy wasn't happy.)

...but it gets better. While all this was happening, our friendship was already getting flushed down the toilet. There was this cute girl that liked how we did our accents and impressions. She seemed to like me, which was weird being I'm a nerd, and she got flirty.

Some of the nights she had stayed over late I would offer to walk her back to her apartment... trying to be a gentleman and hoping to get a little time to ourselves. About the time the cold temps started waking me up,

I woke up to her calling and telling me someone is trying to break in to her apartment and rape her, screaming and I heard someone trying to break down the door. I throw my shoes on and grab a shirt, throwing it on as I'm running across the apartment complex.

I run by the guard's shack, it's on the way, yelling at them someone is being attacked. They are hopping in a golf cart as I turn forward and into a full stride sprint. I tripple skip the stairs to the second floor to find her, my roommate and some of their other friends on the stairs opposite the build... and they are just rolling.

She was playing on my concern for her and he was the one beating on the door. I'm already primed to beat the heck out of the attacker and now just want to deck him (I may be a nerd but my response is always fight). Security shows up, one of them is ripping the group a new one for the heinous prank while the other is trying to calm me down... apparently he knew what was going through my head because it would be going through his.

And just when I thought neither of them could get crazier.... as the thermostat drama is coming to a crescendo, they step it up a notch. If the cold temperature isn't waking me up at 3am, they'd be having sex 5ft away! It's not like they couldn't have time to themselves in there, I was on a different shift from the two of them and kept a good distance from them when I was off because my adrenaline/anger would go up any time I was around them.(yuppers, definitely not a flight response)(I never made an act of aggression the rest of the 6months we had on our co-ops by the way).

Man were they nuts. I felt so dumb that I missed his messed up manipulation as he played cool with me then acted a punk with his other friends. Im not always so "nice" though: I dont have a sense of smell, so I hid a quart of milk under his bed... they stopped going to our apartment for their messed up fantasies after a few days.

Found out the other roommates where doing stuff to dissuade them because the crazy couple were trying to mess with them too. Match made in Disn... theme park hell. Luckily none of us saw him much after that.

A friend of mine asked to tag along on my vacation. Sure, why not? He quit his job and paid for a really nice hotel for us himself, but that wasn't a red flag because he'd been talking about needing an excuse to quit for a while, and he's always been too generous.

We get there, and he knew from the beginning that I would be busy pretty much the whole time, working on stuff and catching up with friends I never see, but he'd said he just wanted to see that city because he'd never been before.

Cut to like, day two, he's so mopey and whiny I can barely even understand what he's saying when he (rarely) talks. He tells me he hasn't left the hotel yet because he doesn't want to without me. He just wanted to hang out with me literally 24/7. I reminded him that I'd told him in advance I'd be busy the whole trip, and that he said he just wanted to see the city. Told him a few fun places to go see in the city, that he should go do that while I'm busy the next day.

He doesn't. It gets worse and worse and worse, but I figure he's just in a bad mental place, drained and depressed from staying at his shitty job too long, bad mood, whatever.

But he's like. Not showering. Smelly. Whining to me about how he wants to hang out with me. He wants to tag along on somewhere I'm hanging out because he says he's a fan, but then didn't know their work and admits he doesn't know their work and hasn't for like six years and doesn't really care, just wants to hang out with me.

The first "oh god he's literally crazy" moment? I was getting ready, putting in tooth whitening strips. Went to throw away the wrapper and found a note sitting on the top of the trash. Strategically crumpled up, uncrumpled, and laid on the very top of the trash so every word is visible.

It's a note written in the third person about how I didn't want to hang out with him and that makes him sad, he came on my vacation with me just to hang out with me, I must hate him and that makes him sad, he spent so much money on this hotel room and he regrets it because he's alone most days... it went on and on and on, but I was so freaked out I literally stopped myself from reading any more so I wouldn't freak out. I put my wrappers on top of it to look like I didn't even notice the note, just tossed my trash in the bin without looking.

Literally, it was in the third person. And he said his name in it like every two seconds. Like, let's say his name is 'Bob', the note was like "(me) doesn't hang out with Bob. This makes Bob sad. Bob thought (me) was a friend. Bob was looking forward to this trip. Bob just wanted to hang out with (me). Does (me) hate Bob? Bob hopes not."

FUCKING CREEPY! Then when we got back his brother picked us up from the airport, and said "How did your guys's job interview go?" ...'job interview'? Did he lie to his family to seem less weird dropping everything to tag along on my vacation? What the fuck? The friendship died because of that trip. Didn't ever really talk to him again.

In hindsight I realised a lot of stuff about him. Like, how many stories about his life he told me during our friendship were probably absolute lies. I had believed everything he'd ever told me, crazy ass stories, because why would he lie? Seeing how easily he lied to his brother, something completely off the wall, made me realise how fake a lot of things he'd told me sound.

He had stolen from our workplace when we had worked together, too, but I figured that was just to make up for all the wages they were stealing from him. They fucked up all of our paychecks, a lot. I actually egged him on for a lot of it. But hindsight? I remembered the time he went to steal a screwdriver, and I had to be like "that belongs to the maintenance man, not the company, put it back." And the time he stole a button from a CHARITY. Like, I get it's a $2 button, but the money is for charity... there's a moral line there...

And then a month or so ago I found out that when I met my new friendgroup for the first time this night out at a bar, he was telling them to stay away from me. Crazy shit, like that I didn't want anything to do with them, that he was my best friend and we'd known each other forever (we'd known each other one year at the time), that they should just leave me alone.

Luckily they ignored that, two of them actually sat on either side of him in a booth so he couldn't interfere while I danced with someone in their friend group I was really hitting it off with. I love my new friends even more after hearing that story, hahaha. I was trashed and had no idea, didn't find out about that until almost a year later.

But that note in the trash. Oh man. That was the moment I knew. Then everything else made sense in hindsight. Yikes.

Ex, but only during the breakup. Backstory:

She had been with a dude for several years who was, for lack of a better word, a bum. He stayed unemployed, lived with her and her mother, and kind of mistreated her. An insecurity of hers was that she had been proposed to by almost all of her exes within one year of dating.

She was OBSESSED with Disney. And I was okay with that, because I’m a nerd and have my obsessions (the game Destiny, for instance).

So, while we are dating, she goes on and on about how she found out how her ex planned to propose. It was a convoluted scavenger hunt about their entire relationship, ending with a Disney-themed thing in Grand Central Terminal. She went on and on about how shitty and selfish an idea it was, and how her dream is to be proposed to on—get this—the fucking Indiana Jones ride at Disney Land.

First off, in my head I’m thinking that I would prefer and probably also think along the lines of the way the ex planned to propose. That is cute and about both of them, where the Indiana Jones Ride was kind of dumb and actually selfish. Regardless, my point is, she brought both ideas up unwarranted enough that I actually would think about my plan, and that I loved her and thought she was enough of a match that down the line, I would want to marry her. That is, if we made it past a few years, of course.

Anyway, all of a sudden, she starts ghosting me. Mind you, at this point we are around 5, almost 6 months in. At the time, I was depressed and struggling to find work as a graphic designer. It was February 26, and, mind you, in December, after quitting my job at the airport, she asked if I would move in with her if she got her own place.

I finally get to talk to her, and she gives me an ultimatum. I have a month to get a job or she walks. It is rushed, it is angry. It feels like she already left me.

We talk that night, and break up. During the argument, she notes that she needs things to be perfect, like what she pictures in her head or she will be disappointed and miserable, and I’m not it. I don’t like Disney enough, and because she doesn’t care about my interests I can’t possibly actually care about hers. I mention that, if she can’t deal with people being individuals and not vessels for her fantasies, she is going to really struggle through relationships.

I think my words were, “I’m not going to be perfect. I’m not going to propose exactly how you want, or act according to your fantasies. I’m my own person, and I will have to put myself into what I do.” She. Flipped. Out. She freaked out that I was even *mentioning* proposing, because it meant I had thought about it within the first year. I mean, how the fuck could I not if she brought it up so goddamn often.

Anyway, apparently telling her the life isn’t always magical fantasy, and is “harsh and raw, and you’ll never get out alive,” was the worst thing anyone had ever said to her.

We parted ways because I wanted to date someone who complimented and improved upon me as a person, and she wanted to date literally herself.

Well, her friend messaged me, and told me that the week earlier, my ex had been getting her opinion on guys from a Disney-themed Dating Site, “Mousemingle.com,” and she wanted me to know. I told her that, ultimately, it didn’t matter.

In a fit of weakness, I signed up for the site using fake credentials and found my ex. The funny thing about these sites is they tell you when a user joined the site. It was the day before she asked me in December to move in with her when she gets her own place. She was serious about the reason she wanted to leave me was because I didn’t like Disney enough. She tried to cheat on me for it.

I’m glad I got out, but I was so damaged by that (I have a history of being cheated on), that I saved up money for six months, picked up, and moved to fucking Arizona to get as far away from the memory of her and my other exes as possible.

Met a girl online some years ago, I used to write stuff like poems or thoughts on a blog and this girl appeared one day in the comments section and started giving compliments in every post and then she asked if I wanted to go out and meet.

For some reason I felt something was off and I ignored her requests until she became more insistent. Talking with a friend he said to me: Dude, its only a girl, go out with her if you dont like it stay away, but what if you find the love of your life? So I accepted going out with her.

During the date she choose a park so we went there, then in the park we kissed for the first time and suddenly she was like, can we move to another bench? Like this one speciffically... okay we sat down.

Like 10 minutes later she starts waving her hands and "casually" her mom and a guys comes out of nowhere and she is like "So this is my mom, and this is her lover "Oliver" or whatever name he had, and im like what the hell? what do you mean by lover? "yeah, We live with my Dad but he is a cunt so my mom has a lover and im okay with that."

I enter warning/danger mode and start choosing my words carefully, then I get a glance of her and her mom whispering to each other and then they were like "UUhh we need to go to that 7-eleven quick, can you wait here with Oliver?" Okay... Then as son as they left Oliver asks "Soo what are your intentions with our girl?" by now im slightly mad because im feeling tricked or something and I tell the truth. "None, I actually just met her and I have no intentions at all"

Then I decided to stay awat but she "chased" me for months, visiting my house, giving me flowers (?) and I was like, umm I really not looking to have a GF right now... but she kept trying and trying, I ended feeling bad and accepted being her boyfriend.

No kidding, on the first day we officialy became a couple she asked to go to my place, opened Facebook and added me into a conv with her Ex (a supposed abuser/yeller, etc) and tried to made us fight "So this is X, my new BF if you have something against me take it to him"

I am like what??? 1 hour later she is crying like crazy and she tells me that she actually love her ex and that she cant be with me because that guy still loves her.

In that moment I said fuck this so I told her "You know what, you should go back to him, you love him, he loves you, be happy with him" she actually thanked me for that, called me a great guy and left.... I didnt even felt sad, just felt like a tornado just have passed.

2 months later she called, saying that her Ex abused her again and she wanted to try again with me, I said that I was cool enought o let her go but I wasnt an idiot and that I could only give her my friendship if she wanted. She said she would take me back at whaetever the cost.

She spend the next year calling me every day, sending me gifts then she had 3 BF during that year (and kept calling me) while I didnt dated anyone. Almost 2 years after I met a girl that I liked and everything went naturally, we dated for a long while and everything was fine.

When Miss crazy found out she posted on FB how I was the lowest scum ever, the worst man she had ever met, a piece of trash... Some of my friends saw that and actually wrote on her wall that she was rotten, that she was making lies about me when I treated her with the utmost respect.

Then like 1 month later she asked for forgiveness but kept a shady smile on her, almost revenge-like smile... I am pretty sure she was into withcraft and did shady shit to me.

Bonus points, her dad suddenly died of "food poisoning" and she asked me to got to the funeral, she acted super weirdly, she didnt looked distressed at all and was almost happy. I am not saying she had somthing to do with that, but honestly I wouldnt be surprised, she hated him.

/cp010116/

So there was this girl that I originally met on a gaming site. We’d talk in the chat room and sometimes video chat. She was really gorgeous and had a seemingly attractive personality and I thought she was way out of my league. We became casual friends, but after awhile we started messaging on an app.

We were in a group chat with a bunch of thirsty guys, but over time she started flirting with me in the group chat, essentially making them jealous and making me feel special. This flirting continued in PMs, and we started writing poems and sending them to each other.

I first noticed something was up with her when she said she couldn’t think of how to finish a poem she was writing. I offered a suggestion, and suddenly she flipped out on me. “My poem is ruined. It’s your poem now.” She got pissed at me for that, and this was just a tiny bit of the insanity that was about to ensue. Trust me, it gets crazier.

While she was flirting with me, she had a FWB who she always talked about. We’d be flirting, then all of a sudden, “Brb gonna fuck.” I wasn’t really expecting anything to come out of it anyway and was just enjoying her flirting with me, so it didn’t bother me.

There was another guy in the group chat (who actually encouraged me to write this comment a few minutes ago) who I was (and still am) friends with. When he started talking in the group chat more, the girl started Lowkey flirting with him too.

Fast forward a couple weeks: She’s calling both of us babe, and we’re both calling her babe. Keep in mind none of us are polyamorous, but somehow we were chill with this. She’d send risqué pictures to both of us and we’d both swoon over them, even knowing that we each had received pictures.

Fast forward another week or so and all of a sudden the girl, my friend, another male friend and I have a plan to move cross country to somewhere in Northern California and live together. Told you it’d get crazier. We even talked about who would shower together. Keep in mind we were just old enough to start college.

One night, when my friend and I were messaging each other, the girl got really drunk at a party. Then all of a sudden she said the cops were after her, and disappeared suddenly. She didn’t respond to messages for days. My friend and I freaked out and called each other. Somehow the whole situation didn’t seem crazy to us, but her getting caught by the cops did.

The thing that led me away from this girl was that she was actually pretty fucking psycho. She would get upset at me for the littlest things, like not responding immediately, sarcasm, and jokes she didn’t like.

I remember her sending “K. Fuck you.” after I jokingly made a comment implying her Snapchat score is kinda high. She would curse me out for the littlest things, yet expected me to be okay with anything she did.

On top of all this, she was completely unpredictable. You didn’t know if she was going to be a sweetheart or a psychopath. She could be so sweet one day and then hate the world the next. Like bipolarity on steroids, and extremely rapidly changing too.

Eventually, after months of being manipulated, I said one little thing too many, and she “gave up on me.” I was happy with this and didn’t try talking to her again. I knew she was crazy and didn’t even want to try to get anything from her anymore. She stayed flirty with my friend and they became an internet couple. No more double babe for her, only one... Plus her FWB.

Months later, my friend messaged me saying he should have listened to me when I told him she was crazy. She emotionally manipulated us both and wasted our time. She fed off of drama, control, and power, and would do anything to create those circumstances.

Oh, and she went by “BooBoo” and freaked out when called her real name. That alone says enough.