“...she informed me that she was no longer going to school with me and was instead moving to NYC to live with a guy she had met on the internet.”

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"Then she spent our entire first semester barely on campus. She ended up dropping out after that semester, and I've only talked to her a handful of times since. That was 13 years ago now."

"Turns out my “friend” took my phone, found my gf's nudes, sent them to themselves (or tried to—they picked someone else with the same name), deleted the outgoing message, hid my phone, let me look for it, then planted it where it could be found.

The only reason I ever found out is because my very gay friend from college was open enough to message me about it. I  never talked to those other two again. I feel a primal rage whenever I think about the kind of pathology it takes to do something like that. They're not my people."

"They literally took an Uber home and left me there. I haven't spoken to either of them since, and I probably never will again."

"She went, but later said I had invited her because I wanted to show off my family's wealth. 

She reveled in being a frenemy, and I thought I had a friend. I distanced myself, and she went nuclear. I had friends send me screenshots of the insane messages she was sending them about me, completely unprovoked. We haven't been on speaking terms in almost a decade."

"Then she joined an MLM. It was one of those health-and-wellness product lines, and she pushed it down EVERYONE'S throats. Hard sell, 24/7. She even forced her boyfriend to sign up. She started taking over the living room as her “workspace,” meaning the TV and radio had to be off and no one could talk while she listened to conference calls about the wonders of this scam company. 

As we got close to the end of the lease, she started talking about renewing. Then, about three weeks before it was time, she decided she was bored with her boyfriend or something and just disappeared. She stopped talking to both of us and started taking “mental health days” from work to do drugs and go around the city with another friend who was putting her up because she didn't want to be around us. She also left her two cats with us to take care of. 

She eventually came back because she had to return to work. She acted like a total martyr, saying no one could complain because “it's hard for everyone, okay?” She acted like everything was just happening to her, rather than acknowledging that she'd caused most of it herself.

She went back to doing her own thing until it was time to divide everything up and move out. She sent me a message asking if we could still be friends, and I sent her a bullet-pointed list of all the reasons I couldn't do that."

"One day, I got tickets to see a comedian we both liked who was performing locally. I had just two tickets, so it was just me and him. We made plans to see the performance, and I went to pick him up at his place about an hour before the show. I got to his house, and his family hadn't seen him. His sister said, of course, “He's probably at Fragz.” I headed there, and sure enough, he was there, but he'd gone to grab food with other people and had no plans whatsoever to meet up with me. I got so mad in that moment that he would just blow me off like that. 

I guess everything just kind of blew up at that point, and his behavior made me switch off. I went to see the comedian by myself and sat alone, which wasn't much fun. Those are the kinds of experiences you want to share with someone, you know? He never even tried to get in touch with me until about three days later, when he called my house. I told my parents to tell him I wasn't home, and I never spoke to him again. That was about... 18 years ago now."

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