At the beginning of the year, I had three friends. One whom I’d never met, but still considered one of the people I’d been closest too. I gave him advice on relationships, we shared a hobby, and I regularly spoke to him about the boy I had a crush on.
After a while he began to pressure me to send him a picture of me, I hate the way I look, so I turned him down every time. Then eventually, as a joke, I sent him a picture of Andrew VanWyngraden. After I told him I was lying (I didn’t even let it go on for an hour). He stopped talking to me.
The next day I tried to carry on as though nothing had happened, the first thing he said to me was. “Why are you a liar?”(He has a hatred for liars after him and his GF broke up, turns out she was a compulsive liar) I told him that I didn’t know, it really depends on how much thought you wanted to put into it. he said okay, and that was the last time we spoke.
My other friend was one that I had met twice before. I tend to keep more of a distanced thing with my friends. Ever since we first spoke, I’d done nothing but try to help her with her every problem. She thought she was bipolar, she’s been going through rough spots with her boyfriend, she has a terrible relationship with her mother, her parents were divorced, her father physically abused her father, her mother emotionally abused her, she loved her father regardless. One day I made a joke about her relationship, in bad taste. Since then, we haven’t spoken, and she had her best-friend harass me via text.
The last friend, and the one I hate the most, (I harbour no hatred for the others, and miss them) and I loved the most. Was someone I first met last summer. He’d been going out with with a friend of mine, no big deal, I did my best to help him through it, my friend dumped him for another guy. Then we stopped talking at the end of last summer, we started talking again near Halloween. Things weren’t too bad, until last week. He suddenly stopped talking to me after I had been asking some personal questions. (Wow I really am bad at this whole “people” thing, aren’t I?) He explained that the last time he stopped speaking to me was because he was too emotionally devastated to talk.
Over the week, I’d been trying to comfort him as such, even though he wouldn’t respond. I tried to say that I was hoping he was okay. Today, he just got a new boyfriend. He was happy, then out of the blue, his girlfriends starts sending messages to me on facebook. We talk a little, he asks me if I am his boyfriend’s friend. I say yes, he tells me to stop messaging his boyfriend, because he finds me creepy. Turns out, he was actually ignoring me on purpose, and those questions hit alot closer to home than he was willing to admit. So that was the last of my friends gone.
Here’s the real kicker, we’d repeatedly told each other how much we loved each other (as friends).
It really seems like no-matter what you do for someone, they’ll still stab you in the back for the most minor of things.
