They Were Best Friends for Over a Decade—Then One Shocking Moment Changed Everything
Thanks, Ryann, you b***h.
I went to stay the night with one of my best friends. Long story short, the entire night was just her on her phone, not invested or listening to anything I said. (I knew this bc I tested it by saying something that could not be funny in the slightest, and she let out this huge fake laugh without looking up from her phone.) This was a problem I’d been having with her the past year at most.
She wanted to go to sleep *super* early because she was tired. I ended up lying and saying I needed to go home and she was more than fine with it. After all, all she wanted to do was sleep or text.
Not even an hour after I’m home, I see her Snapchat story of her at her other new friends house drinking and seemingly having a BLAST. not only was it hurtful she did that, but that she didn’t care I would SEE IT.
That was when I decided we were no longer best friends
I still get sad about it because we had been so close since junior high. some people just change for the worst.
I’ve had friends just straight up stop talking to me which I guess is a strong indicator that our friendship is over.
A guy I considered my friend and crush once told me he wouldn’t care if I died. Needless to say, I was heartbroken.
To those of you wondering about the context, here it is. (I posted about it the other day because I’m just now coming to terms with it.)
So, I used to be a nice girl. I had a minute-long crush on any guy who would give me attention, and I was super emo and angsty (partially because of a difficult home life). I was clingy with my friends and really socially awkward. I’ll be Me, and the guy can be N for nice guy. Our school guidance counselor will be GC.
We were both 15. N was a band geek, obsessed with the girls in color guard and the one girl in his band group. While I was more of a shy nice girl who mostly got her feelings out with punk music, N was very extroverted, saying he loved being “constantly surrounded by beautiful women of the color guard who love me” and often gave girls (including me for a time) unsolicited, very tight hugs all the time. He was no catch, but I was looking at the world through rose-colored glasses. All of our mutual friends knew that I liked him by this point, and they had all encouraged me to just go for it already.
I had come out to N about liking him the day before, and I’d had this overwhelming crush on him for over a year by then. I was devastated by this. I had our first date built up in my head and a consuming idea of what a happy couple we would be like together. He gave me an honest answer, and I can respect that now, but I didn’t want to take no for an answer back when I was a moronic 15-year-old.
It was at the beginning of lunch, and no one else had sat down at our friend table yet. I sat down in my usual seat next to N, and he started talking to me like nothing had happened the day prior. I refused to act like nothing had happened and confronted him. I pretty much went off on him about how I would be great for him (very nice girl) and said something along the lines of, “I can’t keep living like this, being just your friend.”
He replied, “Then don’t live. I don’t care.”
My face went red, and I ran into the bathroom to cry. I thought I loved him in my 15-year-old head because he could make me feel normal. When he told me that, I took it as him telling me to k**l myself and began a downward spiral where I actually wanted to for years.
N and someone I thought was my friend began to bully me after that, saying I was not welcome and that I was a loser. I heard through the grapevine that he called me a “crazy b***h stalker girl” at one point. We were all in the same Honors classes (of which there was only one of each–small school), so there was nothing I could do about it unless I wanted to completely change the trajectory of my school life and drop honors.
Here’s where the story takes a major twist. N’s mom was friends with the school’s only guidance counselor, who was in charge of making class schedules and taking charge with “problem children” who were at risk with d***s or violence. One day I was walking quickly (behind N apparently) so I could put my stuff down in class and go to the bathroom like I always did at this time of day. GC called my dad without me knowing and called him to the office for a meeting with the entire school’s administration staff. My dad took off work and went to the school, thinking that my newfound reclusive behavior may have been a sign that I was getting into d***s and the school was worried.
Instead, my dad went through what he described to me as a circular conversation with GC and the rest of the administration. He was instructed not to tell me this, but he did anyway. The people told my father that he had to “shut me up” and “make me leave N alone.” They said that I was causing trouble for one of their brighter and more popular students, and that they had school cam footage they would present to the police of me stalking him through the halls if they had to.
