Friends are always there for us when we need them the most...except when they aren't. Sometimes, it turns out we really don't know the people we consider our BFFs—and when the dark truth comes out, the results can be brutal. From secret affairs to ruined weddings and everything in between, these so-called "friends" are straight out of our worst nightmares.
My former best friend told me that my husband and I would make hideous babies because redheaded babies are the ugliest thing she has ever seen. Yeah, not something you say if your goal is to stay friends with someone…
My best friend was no longer my best friend the moment she told me that she doesn't like hanging out with any other girls except me, because she likes to be the prettiest girl in the room.
I had a best friend of 15 years. It all unraveled instantly the night he drunkenly told my cousin to kill herself, tried to start a fight with multiple people at my house, and flipped off my mom.
A girl I was close friends with was going crazy. She would break into her ex-boyfriends’ houses in the middle of the night and watch them sleep. She’d throw a brick through their car windows. I knew she would turn on me if anything happened. I moved away and never told her.
A really close friend of mine posted this long rant about how miserable she was with her life. Being one of her best friends I leave her message letting her know that I'm always there if she wants to talk or something. Two days later she answers with; "I'd rather gouge my own eyes out with a spoon. Screw off." Okay, what? I ask her if I had done something to tick her off and she tells me, "No, my problems are my own, just screw off." Haven't spoken to her since.
The friendship ended when they almost shot me in the head. They were about to drive me home—we were teenagers, just able to drive—and I saw them messing around in his dad's room as I was getting ready. We get in his parents’ car. I'm in the passenger seat, he's driving, the other is behind me. All of a sudden, it felt like my ears popped and there was just a loud high pitched ringing that wouldn't stop.
Right in front of me in the dashboard was a hole that wasn't there before, just an inch or so to my left. I looked back and saw him holding a piece, which I guess they took from his dad's room to play around with and look cool. When I started freaking out, they started getting angry at me to be quiet because his dad might notice.
He was mowing the grass by us, but had those giant headphones on. They forced me to sit calmly for the ride and made me swear not to tell anyone. I was pretty shaken and also sort of afraid of them, so I never did.
When I was in middle school art class something funny happened and I let out a loud laugh. I then overheard one of my childhood best friends whisper to another person, “God I hate trader2488’s laugh.” I immediately looked at him and said, “What?” and he just looked down at the table like he didn’t hear me. This actually made me change my laugh. It’s completely different from what it used to be.
I was heartbroken when my father passed, but soon after, I experienced another crushing blow. NONE of my friends showed up to the funeral. It was an hour and a half away, so when they made up excuses not to come I said I understood. I didn't. Surprisingly, two of my neighbors who I barely knew at the time showed up. I'm friends with them now.
She was no longer my best friend after she drank way too much at my son's (her godson's) wedding, trashed a hotel room, called me horrible names, and punched me closed-fisted right in the face. She ended up passing out on the grounds of the hotel, came to, and was busted for trespassing because she refused to leave the premises.
Days later, via email, she decided to blame me for all of this, because she apparently took my focusing on the wedding proceedings rather than on her presence to mean that I was secretly “harboring animosity" towards her. Buh-bye!
My best friend sent a naked photo to my girlfriend. When she called him out for being a jerk, he replied with “He doesn't have to know'!” Spoiler alert: I know.
Friend at a bar tells some people we just met how her mother passed on, later in the night I express my sympathy—now she's without parents. She'd told me hush-hush a few years prior about how her father had passed. "Wait did I tell you back then my dad passed? I thought I told you it was my mum! No, both my parents are still alive; when we were in university I just read in a book that telling people a parent has passed is a good way to get sympathy. Ha ha!"
My best friend since middle school had been going through some difficult times, so my family invited him to move in with us for a little bit. He was only supposed to be there for a month or so. Three months later, he was still there—and he refused to get a job or help around the house at all. We eventually kicked him out, and we haven't been friends ever since.
I had a good friend who I moved in with in college. We were best friends and also worked with each other. All of a sudden, he stopped hanging out with me entirely. He wouldn’t hang around the common areas of the house, wouldn’t talk to me at work, and wouldn’t invite me to parties that we would normally have gone to together. I found out years later that he was mad at me because he felt that I "had too much power in the house"—whatever the heck that means.
I gave this person way too many chances. First, she would only have me come over so that she could go to a concert—because her parents liked me and trusted me enough to let us go out, unlike some of her other friends. Then, she stopped talking to me for a while—until she decided to hit me up one day out of the blue, because she was applying for a job and needed to borrow some “clean urine.”
We then stopped talking again for another while—until she decided to call and inform me that she desperately needed money to feed her son. I gave some to her. She used it to buy drugs. I’ve stopped helping her now, and she’s no longer my “best friend.” I don’t hate her. I still listen when she needs to talk or is having a hard time—but I’ve set boundaries. I really hope she gets her life together.
Walked up on a bunch of people who I thought were my friends talking smack about me saying I'm a loser and all this other basic garbage. When they saw me, they fell silent and I just walked away. That really hurt but I got over it eventually. It happens I guess. Sometimes your friends just aren’t really your friends.
I opened up to my best friend about my postpartum depression. She told me that she didn’t have time for depression and that anyone who suffered from it was merely weak in her eyes. I was never openly vulnerable in front of her, but I was practically dying on the inside. I needed someone badly, and she essentially told me that she didn’t care. I began consciously shutting her out of my life from that moment on.
We were best friends for a couple of years, but we were in different classes. I wrote her a message one time saying that I would be right over to visit her and hang out in her classroom. When I arrived, she had forgotten to close the chat window on her computer, and on full display was a conversation in which she and someone else were both making fun of me in the meanest ways possible. We are no longer friends, and I have had serious trouble trusting others ever since.
One year, my best friend hadn’t invited me to any birthday party, but I knew that his birthday was coming up. So, I bought him a nice present and went over to his house to drop it off as a surprise. I arrive to find him having a birthday party with his (apparently) better friends. That was the last time we spoke.
The last straw for me with my former best friend was when she invited me over for her birthday party. She said that she just wanted to spend the day with me, but then told me that I had to leave by 2:00 for a family party. I was very close with her family and thought that it was weird that I had to leave. It turns out she was having a bunch of other people over for an actual birthday party, and didn’t want me there. To this day I don’t understand it, but it was very hurtful and I was done with her after that.
When my "best friend" was having marital problems, I was there for him—all through his wife's infidelity, the divorce, and the brutal custody battle. I testified on his behalf in court and helped him get custody of his kids. Fast forward two years later, when I find out that my wife has been cheating on me. He's not really interested in talking to me about it so much, and even acts like he's not home when I stop by for a visit.
And no, he wasn't the one my wife was cheating with. He's a good dad and a fun guy to hang around with, but he's just not emotionally available to help other people out much—and that definitely affected our relationship.
When I invited my bestie to hang out with me at the nearby lake for my birthday, she said that she would get back to me. She never did. Instead, she posted on her Snapchat story about how much fun she was having with her other friends. I stopped talking to her after that.
He suddenly ghosted me right after I told him that I had a cancerous tumor. That is not a friend.
I have a friend who is known to be stingy. You can't split a bill with her at a restaurant because any way you do it, it's wrong. She bought her girlfriend a pair of sunglasses, and when she gave them to her she said, "I only got you these because they're buy one get one free and I got one for myself." (Don't ask me why they're still together.)
She has a well-paying job, a car, and her parents paid for college. There is no absolutely necessary reason for her to be this way, she just is. But even then, I had no clue how much of a real piece of garbage she truly was. Eventually, I found out that, for her entire college career, she scammed her parents into both paying for her apartment so she could pocket the extra money.
Her parents are divorced. She would call her mom up and ask for that month's rent money plus some other expenses. Then she'd call her dad and do the exact same thing. She knew they did not communicate with each other about her college expenses because she would ask when she needed money. Her parents are financially sound but not "rich" by any means, but they provide for their family.
I have no respect for that friend anymore. Side story: Her mom sent her a hallmark card for Halloween with a nice note, and her exact words after reading it were, "I'm going to have to call her, there's no money in this card."
We graduated from high school and she went away to college halfway across the world. Whenever she came back to visit, she always claimed to be busy when I tried to hang out with her. I later saw tons of pictures posted on Facebook of her and other girls having fun together while she was in town. So I guess that’s what she was so busy with. I left her alone after that.
One year I had a sleepover party with a bunch of childhood friends from the neighborhood as a teen. It was really fun and I invited 15 or so kids. I had to convince my parents and spent a ton of money to make it perfect for everyone. We went swimming in the pool, played dodgeball, kickball, had tons of food, had a Nerf gun war, played pool, played video games, and watched movies.
It was a blast and everyone was clearly enjoying themselves. Then they tried to watch a horror movie that my parents would kill me if I saw, and I objected for a while before reluctantly putting it on. I hated horror movies, too, but I wanted them to have fun. It was like one in the morning. They got bored during the movie and asked if we could all go to the community clubhouse to meet up with some girls in the middle of the night.
I said that my parents would never let it happen and that I didn't want to get caught, so I told them we couldn't go. After that, about five of them left at like 3 AM to go without me. They said they'd be "right back" and that "one of them needed their medicine so they went to get it." Within the hour, everyone was gone except me.
I was crushed, and too embarrassed to tell my parents, so I finally put on the movie I wanted to watch before going to sleep. In the morning, it got even worse. My parents were furious because over a dozen kids that they had promised their parents would be at their house had disappeared without a trace. Sad and tired me had to call all of them to figure out where they were and let all of their parents know that they didn't spend the night.
Even though my parents made me do it, a lot of them got mad at me for that. The worst part by far was figuring out that they had all went to a different kid's house to spend the night after leaving mine.
I was acquaintances with a guy who developed feelings for me. I told him from the beginning that I didn’t feel the same and everything seemed fine until he told me that he liked to cut out body parts of women from magazines and put them together into what he figured I looked like naked and would talk to it at night as if he was having a conversation with me. He actually told me this as if I was going to be flattered or impressed. I immediately got right out of that friendship.
He was the best man at my wedding. Then we both got busy for a while and didn’t have much contact for a few years. Nevertheless, I still considered him my best friend. I heard about his wedding well after the fact. I guess we're not best friends anymore…
When my girlfriend, who had become part of the group, started cheating on me with a friend from the group, everyone just said they "didn’t want to choose sides." Yeah, I don’t want to choose any of you either.
I found out that my best friend was uploading my artwork to a "bad art blog." I was only 15 at the time and, even though it’s been many years since, I'm still deeply affected by it on an emotional level. If you don't like someone, don't pretend to like them and then make fun of them behind their backs. Just let them know you feel and distance yourself. Yeah, that will hurt in the short term, but it won't monumentally screw over someone’s entire psyche the way being fake will.
I have a story where I lost all respect for three people at once. Late high school years. A “friend” in our group had invited everyone to hang out at his parent’s house. We were supposed to agree on a time the day of, but people weren’t answering my calls or messages or were really vague. It was almost 7:00 pm, which was a couple of hours later than I’d figured, so I decided to drive over. When I realized what happening, it broke my heart.
I sent one guy a message saying no one’s really answering so I’ll just go ring the “friend’s” doorbell. So, all of a sudden, the “friend” calls me and says he was caught up in something and the whole thing might be off, he’ll let me know. Thing is, he called me when I was just parking in front of his house and had a clear view of almost everyone in my group in his house.
I let the call go on for several minutes watching him motion people to be quiet, doing the talking hand “yadda yadda” gesture etc. without letting him know I was watching him, until the dude finally spotted my car. He then—very obviously—told everyone to hide because he thought I’d just pulled up, and one guy who also pretended to be my friend actually hit the ground together with his girlfriend to avoid being seen from the window.
So those three people—two “friends” and the gf of one—I have absolutely zero respect for. Also, I have nothing to do with any of them anymore, so that’s nice. Then again, I also very clearly saw one real friend tell the “friend” off. He also called me immediately and said to wait up, he’d rather hang out with me than those jerks.
20 years later we’re still very close and effectively formed a new group of friends. So big silver lining.
I ghosted my friend after she lied to me about why she couldn’t come to my wedding after I bought her $100 bridesmaid dress that she couldn’t afford. Of course, after I bought hers I had to buy all the other bridesmaids’ dresses because it wasn’t fair to only do it for her. She told me her family was forcing her to go out of town.
I found out later she was babysitting her grandparents’ dog. But that’s not the worst part. Their house was in town. 10 minutes from the venue site.
The moment I lost all interest in my former best friend was the time we went out to eat and I offered to pay for her—as usual—because she had told me that she forgot her purse. She proceeded to order a ton of food, and only ended up eating no more than half of it. After leaving, her shoelace was loose, so she bent over to tie it back up. There was a $100 bill visibly sticking out of her back pocket. She had been lying to me to use me for money for over four years, and I had never realized it until that moment.
I had noticed for a while that my conversations with my best friend had been getting shorter and less intriguing. Then one day, I received great news and wanted to share it with her. That was when I realized that she had deleted and blocked me on Facebook.
I was part of a group of friends. About 20 of us would get together at least once a month, but cliques started forming within the group and I found myself in the middle of them. I lived about 30 minutes away from most of them, so sometimes they’d hang out without me even though I told them I’d drive to hang out. I never got invited.
Then, the final straw came. I was planning my birthday. I sent a FB invite to the group and mutual friend/acquaintances only to be “reminded” by an acquaintance that one of my friends from the group was having a big party that same day. I wasn’t invited to that party. I still had mine with the few good friends I (still) have, and I haven’t really talked to the other group since.
My friend was independently wealthy when her parents sold a car dealership. I realized we lived in different realities when the biggest problem in her life was her parents giving her a limit on her credit card each month, which she found unconscionable. All the while, I was working two jobs, one as a server and one as a music lesson teacher.
She told me that I didn’t understand how hard and unfair she had it because her parents put a $5,000 limit on her credit card. She’s right, I don’t understand.
A girl I know likes to make people cry. Just that, she enjoys watching someone cry and she is trying constantly to lead people into it. I talked to her about it after a mutual friend lost his father in a car accident and she would start the conversation about it just to make him cry. She said she didn't think it was a bad thing and that "everyone does it." I told her she should get some help about it but she says it's something she enjoys so it doesn't need to be taken care of.
After my significant other passed, a "friend" of mine who would hit on me constantly, and knew my significant other, messaged me within a day or so of his passing to ask me if I had heard the news about my own boyfriend dying. He then began to pester me as if we were best friends, so that he could find an in to hit on me again. The final straw was when he told me a week after my boyfriend passing that I needed to move on, and "get my act together." I haven't spoken to him after that statement.
I had a friend a while back. Neat guy. Liked video games, anime. One of the few people willing to go in on a pen and paper rpg. Didn’t interact with him outside of these sorts of events. One time, a bunch of us went to grab dinner before seeing a limited-run anime movie. This guy special orders absolutely everything. Won’t pick something on the menu (standard grill fair).
He doesn’t just ask for a special order, he DEMANDS it. Calls the waitress names and is just a total dick. When I confronted him about it, he started shouting and making a huge scene in the restaurant. The rest of the night was massively awkward. After that, I just ghosted him. People who treat others poorly like that have no place in my life.
You can tell the character of a person based on how they treat someone they don’t have to be kind to.
I was once at a club with a guy I had known for about six months at college, and our respective girlfriends. We were quite a close group and he seemed like the most genuine guy you could know. Anyway, he gets into an argument with his girl and they both go outside to settle it in privacy, kinda ruined the mood but I thought little of it.
He came back to say that his girlfriend had gone home in a bad mood and they had essentially broken up. I remember he slyly said something like, "She lost her looks now anyway." A few days later I ran into his girlfriend—and I couldn't believe what he'd done to her. She had a swollen lip and a black eye. Never talked to that garbage human again.
I was at an event and 20 of my "friends" couldn't come up with one special memory or funny story about me. Instead, they treated me to one minute of silence with all of them staring at me awkwardly. It only ended when one of them got uncomfortable and made up a fake story about me. Despite me telling them it was a fake story, they decided to move on.
We had been friends for three years, seeing many of them daily and others at least once a week. I don't hate them, but I can never really trust them. So I cut all ties with them. And five years later, I have zero regrets about that decision.
I had this weird thing a while ago where, to celebrate one thing or another, this group of five I was in would go out drinking every night for a week. I couldn’t join them on one night, and the next night they wanted me to pay for my share of the drinks...from last night? They kept going, “Yeah mate that’s 10 for today and another tenner because you didn’t pay yesterday.”
I’d say it was just them pulling my leg, but the guy who paid the bill that night didn’t stop until I actually gave him the money! Anyway, I drink with different people now.
When I was in seventh grade, I found out who my real friends were. I asked a friend if we could have a sleepover after spring fling, but she said her mom told her no one could stay over. So I asked a different person, who said the same thing. I asked three people who gave similar answers. After spring fling, as we were all heading to our parents’ cars, the third one told me they were all having a sleepover together.
Oh, and also that they had gotten ready together for the dance, but didn't bother inviting me. I was so mad, I remember rambling to my poor mom about it in the car.
I started a new job recently and a few of my coworkers have asked me about myself and gotten to know me. In a meeting last week, two girls asked if I had any animals. I let them know I had a cat and they asked if they could see a picture. The meeting hadn’t started just yet, so I quickly went to my desk and got my phone.
I came back and it was still just us in the room. I showed them the picture and put my phone in my pocket afterward. Fast forward, and I recently had my 30-day review and was told that me being on my phone during meetings was unprofessional and that I had offended someone in the office. When I asked which meeting my boss was referring to, I was stunned. He said it was the one from that week.
They were the only ones there at the time it happened, and I didn’t get out my phone again so it must have been them. Really bad way to start a job.
I was with friends on a trip to Japan, drinking one night in the Roppongi district. I'm trying to taper off, but Karen (no, really, it was her name) keeps putting drinks in front of me. She kept paying the bartender for weird shots for me but not for anyone else in the group. She's saying really catty stuff but laughing like it's all good fun, we're pals.
Then, she starts saying some pointed stuff that makes me think she's been holding on to some really ugly resentment for a while. After I'm good and sloshed, she pushes me over to my partner and tells him to grab a taxi and take me back. On the way back to the hotel I look at my partner and say, "I didn't realize until now that Karen hates me."
He replied, "She sure seems to." Neither the trip nor the friendship was the same after that night, and I had the worst hangover of my entire life, passed out on the floor of a Tokyo hotel bathroom.
It was the end of term, so around 40-45 classmates agreed we would go to town after school, eat, take pictures, etc. It wasn’t strictly “invites only” or anything, yet the boys who I thought were my closest friends there were somehow surprised that I came. Eventually, we split. Some went to McDonald’s, others Burger King, etc.
We then regrouped for a group photo. At this point, another 10 students who weren’t initially going ended up coming, making around 50-55 people there. So one popular guy prepared to take a picture. Then some others were like “Why is HE (me) in it? Let him take it.” This picture literally had 70% of my so-called friends.
I didn’t feel good at all. No one offered to swap and no, it was not because I’m a great photographer.
My best friend and I both tried to get into a frat. He made it in, but I didn’t. No big deal though, the two of us would still hang out regardless. That is, until he and a few of his new frat pledges began to throw food at me and harass me around campus for the next month. He'd then try to still hang around me and act as if he had never done anything wrong.
I was not having any of that. About a year later, he randomly texted me one day saying how sorry he was for what he did. By that time, I could not care less. It turns out that he had gotten kicked out of the frat for messing with substances, and was forced to couch surf.
I found out that my “best friend” from high school had been telling people that I was busy all the time and not to bother inviting me to things. I was actually really lonely at the time and would have loved to have been invited.
I stopped being friends with my former best friend when I realized how bossy and mean she was towards me. One time, my two friends and I ordered drinks. Friend B forgot to get a straw. So, my “best friend” just took my straw out, passed it to Friend B, and told me to go get another one for myself. I was so heartbroken.
My best friend was no longer my best friend from the moment I found out that she had been sleeping with my boyfriend. Screw her.
A guy that I was close with told me one night when we were drunk that he had a photo album on his phone just dedicated to me, like hundreds of photos of me. I noticed he'd been screenshotting my Snapchats then giving excuses when I called him up about it. I then found a post from his old page that was paragraphs long about me and he made up quite a few lies on it and said he was in love with me and he put a lot of my personal feelings on this post. Then when I distanced myself he started spamming me with messages and stalking me online, not good.
The group of girls I hang out with at college have never once made any effort to see me outside of school, and yet they're all super open about the fact they meet up as a group without me. Like, they'll talk about group plans that I'm not a part of when I'm sat right there with them, and still not a single one of them has ever asked whether I want to come.
It's been two years. I would make new friends but I go to a really small college and there's nobody else I could really integrate with, especially this late in the game.
I stopped hanging out with a guy when it finally dawned on me that all of his “friends” were teenagers, most of them girls, and that I wasn’t just “so mature” for my age that a man in his early 20s found me exceptionally fun to hang out with. I tried to discuss this with some of my girlfriends that he was “friends” with, but none of them saw the issue.
I remember saying “What would a 21-year-old guy be getting from hanging out with a bunch of 13-15-year-olds?” and feeling like the answer was just so obvious, how could they not see it? And they were all so offended at the concept that maybe we weren’t just the coolest people alive. Amber even said, “Because we’re more mature than normal 14-year-olds.” But we’re still 14, Amber! Why is he not hanging out with people from his college?
So I just stopped going out with them when he was around. They eventually stopped hanging out with him after he “dated” and subsequently broke up with a few of them. Stuff like that makes my skin crawl now as an adult. If I ever have kids I don’t know how I’m gonna feel comfortable letting them ever leave the house alone.
I had a "friend" who was so jealous of me and the person I was dating that she messaged him under a fake alias (pretending to be a Chinese female student when she was not), and told him via email that I was using him to advance myself. This high level of stalking and harassment was like nothing I had ever seen before, considering we were undergraduate students and not in high school.
When I was in college, my friend and I went out drinking with a mutual friend. We drank enough to decide to all crash at my apartment, which was within walking distance of the bar. My female friend passed out on the sofa as soon as we got there. My friend and I talked for about ten minutes. Then he starting talking about my passed-out female friend that made my blood run cold.
He was looking at her and saying things like "I could do stuff with her right now and she'd never know." I'm ashamed that I didn't kick him out. What I did was stay up all night sitting in a chair next to her just to make sure he didn't try. Screw that guy. Needless to say, I ghosted him after that night.
Went over to a buddy's house to play some cards. The guy mentioned in an offhand sort of way how he hated his wife's dog. He said he put it out front and beat the tar out of it with a broom to make sure it ran away. Then the psycho laughed.
Girl I was besties with for nearly ten years. I kinda knew that she was one of those emotionally needy types, but I just didn't really think it would end up aimed at me, I guess. She got laid off from her job around the same time my husband's annual checkup indicated possible prostate cancer. I posted on my journal about my worries and fears for him.
Friend replies to my post with a long public comment tearing me several new holes for being so selfish and self-absorbed, and how I only talk about me, me, me on my journal, and I'm not being there for her when she's going through the struggle of being laid off. I lose my mind and stop speaking to her (Husband turns out not to have cancer btw).
About a year later I get an email from her confessing that she realizes how insensitive and inappropriate her reaction was, we cautiously take up being friendly with one another again. A few months down the road, her brother-in-law's GF is pregnant and they make a painful decision to give the baby up for adoption for various family reasons.
She posts on her own journal boasting about how she tore the GF several new orifices because her and her husband have been trying to get pregnant for a few months, and the GF was so selfish and self-absorbed that she made these arrangements for her child's adoption without first consulting friend and friend's husband to see if they'd like to adopt the child themselves.
After a few more incidents like this I just kind of realized this woman was not the person I thought she was, and I distanced myself. When she realized what was going on, she lambasted me verbally and disconnected from the friendship. Thank god.
My wife and I had a small wedding. I didn’t invite a ton of people, but I invited 15 or so friends. That day, my worst nightmare came true. Besides my best man, only one showed up. What’s worse is that all these people said they were coming. I no longer put effort into those friendships. In fact, I’ve struggled with social anxiety my whole life.
These “friends” were all people I met at work. I work at a big company and this was the first time I actually had friends. Or I thought I did. I wouldn’t call any of them super-close, but I thought they were at least close enough to come to my wedding. They always talked about coming and would comment saying that I better invite them.
I worked on several different teams at work back then, and most of them didn’t know each other. I don’t think it was intentional. I just think I misinterpreted what true friends are. I was more of a casual friend to them than they were to me. I did wonder if I did something wrong, and it made me feel pretty awful for a while.
As someone who didn’t have much experience with friendships, I think I just invited people who didn’t really value me as much as I valued them. Still, I definitely looked back at my behavior and wondered for the longest time if I had did something wrong, if it was my fault.
I ghosted her when I realized a lot of the things that made her laugh were at my expense. She thrived off of humiliating me.
I found out a friend got drunk and tried to drive home. He ended a man and a pregnant woman’s lives along the way. He never stopped. He dragged the bodies for over 100 yards. He went home, slept, came over the next morning with his murder vehicle and planned on going camping with us that day. He said he was planning on taking his car to another state to get it fixed so his parents wouldn't know about it.
He ended two people’s lives and was trying to get out of it. He left the house with his brother to turn himself in but didn't actually go to the station. We called the authorities and told them everything. He has posted bond and is awaiting trial. Technically he hasn't been proven guilty in a court of law, but I saw a face print on his windshield.
If you read this Curt, screw you.
One-year friendship with this girl. I invited her over to my new apartment. She came over and wanted to gossip about her coworkers. When she paused, I tried to add into the conversation (make a joke, give reassurance, add a comment, etc.) but she would immediately raise her voice and start talking over me.
I kept getting angrier every time it happened until I was actually loathing her internally. She was so self-absorbed that she didn't notice I went from smiling and engaged to frowning while staring off into space. After two-plus hours of not being allowed to talk, I made up an excuse to kick her out of the apartment and then vowed to never see her again.
My "best friend" led a decision with my "friend group" to kick me out of said group on my birthday because I was focusing on my new job. Turns out he was power-tripping—doesn't make what happened hurt any less though.
A guy I was pretty close with joined me and my friends to trip to the woods for beer and pot like we often did in our late teens. One night we're all reminiscing about stupid things we did as kids—but when he started to speak, everyone went chillingly silent. He explains how he and some of his friends used to buy cheap animals from the pet store purely for killing them.
The most disturbing involved baby mice and a shoebox full of thumbtacks...sorry for the NSFL imagery, but I've never been so quickly disgusted with someone. Completely changed the way I looked at him, he pretty much treated it with an "Oh, we were kids back then" attitude and laughed about it all.
My friend volunteered to house sit and watch our dog while we went overseas on vacation. What she actually did was leave him locked in the house for days because she was too busy "working" to bother letting him out or give him water. Our house was easily 30 minutes closer to her job than her place was. We no longer talk and still have the dog.
I was done with my former best friend when she started dating the man who’d assaulted me.
My friendship with my bestie ended when I realized that she only wanted to receive support and kindness, but never to give it. She had a rough home life growing up and I always supported her through everything—I would drop whatever I was doing any time she’d call me in tears asking for help. Then, I had my own rough patch that left me in a depressive rut.
She was always too busy with her hobbies to even talk to me when I was seeking support. She would get angry when I would just send simple “Are you free this weekend?” texts, because it was too “needy,” apparently. This is also when I learned who my real best friend was—because this friend saw what was happening, told off this other so-called “best friend,” and gave me all the support I needed in her absence.
My "best friend" of seven years "fell in love" with my fiancée. When I told him that I didn’t want to be friends anymore and kicked him out of my life, my fiancée left me for him. I'll be honest, I wanted to kill him and almost did.
When my girlfriend left me, my best friend at the time said "It's cool man, I slept with her anyway! You don't want trash like that in your life!" He was right.
My best friend was always complaining and making everything about herself. When I met my boyfriend and moved cities so we could be together, I suddenly realized after a few weeks that I was feeling extremely relieved about no longer having to cater to her selfish needs. That was when it hit me that we probably were no longer best friends.
My “friend” started spreading rumors that I was extremely promiscuous and that I was planning to shoot up our school someday—despite me never having had a girlfriend yet at that point, and being extremely nonviolent.
I recently invited a friend over to watch the election results roll in. Nerdy I know, but it is a bit of a tradition we have had for over 20 years. He spent the whole night playing two poker tournaments on his mobile phone, making almost no conversation. He crashed at my place that night, and I told him that I needed to start work at 10am the next morning, because he has a bit of a reputation for being hard to get rid of.
The next morning, I made us breakfast at 9 am, and then at 10 he decided he needed to use the bathroom, took his phone in there, and didn't come out for 40 minutes. Then I reminded him that I needed to start work. He took 30 minutes to put his shoes on, all the while repeatedly checking his phone. It didn’t even end there.
Once he had his shoes on, he then told me he was just going to have a couple of cigarettes before leaving. He sat outside in my courtyard for another 30 minutes, and then just walked away. No Thanks for having me over, or Thanks for breakfast, or Good to see you, or even Goodbye. Just walked away. Then he sat in his car across the street sucking on another cigarette.
This was the same guy who a few years back was three hours late to come over for dinner, partly because he stopped for a freaking burger en route. And the same guy who showed up six hours late to my daughter's second birthday party. And just didn't show at all to my 40th birthday. I reflected on it afterwards and realized that he's not really one of my oldest friends, he's just some jerk I've known for a long time.
Needless to say, he'll be receiving no more invitations from me.
I was roommates with said friend before we actually started hanging out. It started nice, gossip here and there, mutual loathing for our professor. But then she started drama with the club we both go to and started ruining it for me by constantly stringing the guys in the club along. It was obvious they flirted with her, and she would manipulate them into buying her stuff.
Gradually, to avoid drama, I stopped going to the club and talking to her. So she kept telling our mutual friends, “Oh, I don’t know why but she is mad at me and ignoring me! I didn’t do anything,” and generally paint me as the bad guy. FYI this girl never asked me anything. She didn’t greet me or try talking to me, but she said she did.
She then started saying how I owed her for all the things she paid for, which confused me because every time I offered to pay her back she would decline and said it was no problem. I also would pay her back if the thing she bought was too expensive. This went on for the rest of the year, and I was so depressed when all the low-key stuff she would say to our mutual friends came back to me because they wanted both sides of the story.
Luckily, she got academic probation, mostly because I also stopped doing her homework for money. So now I don’t have to see her anymore or be roommates.
I had a friend purchase a bunch of tickets for our group of friends for the midnight premiere of Jurassic World a few years ago. There were probably 16 tickets purchased, and I was pumped to go. The DAY OF the showing, he texts me at like four and says that there are not enough tickets for me, because he "forgot to buy" my ticket.
I pressed him on this, and asked him how of the 16, how was it MY ticket he didn't purchase? He backpedaled and claimed I told him I didn't even want to go. So I texted him screenshots of the five times I told him how I wanted to see it when we discussed where we were going to be at the theater, etc. So then, he came right out and said it.
He was giving my ticket to his new girlfriend, who he had just started seeing the week prior. I was furious, and ripped him a new one. But, the worst part is? None of the other 16 people who went ever said a word to him about it. It was at that point I realized they didn't really care about me. I no longer talk to any of them.
My core group of high school friends had an entire night while I was working late where the running joke was how they could screw with my life because my reactions to chaos were "funny." I don't mean pranks. I'm talking, "Who should sleep with his ex?" "Should one of the women here date him and have it be really dramatic so he's stressed out?"
All sorts of scenarios about doing real damage to my life in serious ways and cackling. This was also the same crew who, when one of the dudes slept with said ex six hours after we broke up, called me immature for being hurt. When I asked them about it individually, they each said that my feelings being hurt by the conversation meant I needed to learn to take a joke.
I walked away from them entirely pretty much on the spot and didn't look back. Two decades later, I hear things occasionally about them through random connections or social media. Most of them are professionally mediocre social train wrecks. Really drove home that the best revenge is living a better life than the people who did you wrong.
When my friend threw a rock at my dog, everything ended right there. Contacted me a few months later to hang. I said, “Nah, don’t ever contact me again bro.”
I decided to throw a Super Bowl party a few years ago. I went out and bought a brand new grill and mounted an extra TV in the kitchen for any people who wanted to hang out in there and snack while watching the game. I had tons of food and beer ready. Just about 30 minutes before kickoff, I got a text that made my blood run cold.
The whole group decided to go to someone else’s house and that I should bring all my food and beer over there. Needless to say, I didn’t go, and I haven’t thrown a party at my house since.
My former best friend locked me out of my hotel room in the middle of nowhere with no other place to stay for an entire night. Why? Because I had an argument with her over the fact that she claimed my husband kills people for a living. He is a chemist who works on developing chemotherapy, so not sure what she’s talking about. That was the last time I've spoken to her, and it’s been four years since.
I found out that my best friend had been constantly using my Instagram account to text my ex-boyfriend pretending to be me, hoping to end my current relationship in the process of doing so. I guess she was thinking that if I didn’t have a boyfriend, I would be able to spend more time with her instead—or something equally ridiculous along those lines.
I am quite certain that she has never been slapped as hard in her life as she was the day I went to confront her about this little scheme of hers. That friendship is over now, to say the least…
Had a really great friend in high school. He was cool but he’d always be trying to sell stuff to people in the hallways, like video games or pocketknives or sunglasses. After over a year of being friends with him he came over to my house to hang out and when he left a bunch of my favorite video games were missing.
I realized what was happening, and I had plans on forgiving him if he just fessed up and apologized. Instead, he got super defensive and angry, and I instantly lost any respect I had for the guy.
Had a very close friend I’ve known for 10+ years. He was always in a bit of a depressive state about his life and I often was the person he could talk to about it all. Spent countless evenings listening, being supportive, etc. He was not full-time depressed, we also shared a lot of laughs and simple-minded/happy moments.
Then for the first time in ten years...it was me who got depressed. Went through a very emotionally abusive relationship and got lied to about a fake pregnancy for weeks (because she didn't want to lose me). The experience sent me into an existential crisis and a deep depression...but somehow, it was about to get even worse. When I tried to talk about it with this friend of ten years... after five minutes, his words were: "Shut the eff up, you're annoying!"
He went on to say good night and left. A week later he wrote a message: "Wanna chill?" I told him to find a new best friend. Never heard from him again.
I had a friend who was married and her husband cheated on her all the time. She would call me and complain and for a shoulder to cry on. Everyone thought we were really close, and so did I—until I made a chilling realization. The times that she had relationship problems were literally the only times she would call me.
Sorry, don't want to be the stand-in for when your husband fails, not sorry.
I had a best friend who had just gone through a bad breakup and needed someone to move into her apartment to help her with rent. My boyfriend and I moved in and we all had a blast together for a few months. She and my boyfriend were close, but I never suspected anything. I'd painfully come to regret that. I worked six days a week and they were both unemployed, so they spent a lot of time together.
After a while, it was clear she and my boyfriend had some kind of a falling out because they both started to talk smack about each other when we were alone. It got to the point where we basically had to move out because the vibe in the apartment was pretty sour and I was stuck in the middle. He vehemently denies anything weird went on, they were just friends and then she started to hate him.
Soon after we moved out, my boyfriend was diagnosed with lung cancer. She was basically the only person other than him that I knew in this city at the time, as I'm from the other side of the country. She was my only support, and I called her to let her know what was going on. Her response was that she didn't want to deal with it, and she never spoke to me again.
I tried to invite my friends to an event I go to every year, but they said no. The day of, I went by myself—only to find out weeks later that they went as a group without me.
There were two terrible instances with the same group of friends when I was 15 years old. They would show up at my house to “hang out” and would just spend the next few hours getting off with their boyfriends. Same group of friends for my 16th birthday. I’d planned bowling/cinema, and one-by-one they dropped out a few days beforehand.
One of them, who I thought was my best friend, straight out said she didn’t want to see the movie I’d picked out for my birthday, but got her boyfriend to call me to tell me they weren’t going. The friendships with that group fizzled out a few years later. My best friend and I had a falling out—she instigated it—and the other friends never bothered to contact me afterward.
It’s been 20 years and I’m really surprised none of them have contacted me with one of those “hey girl!/hey honey!” Spam messages from an MLM scheme. They would definitely be the kind of people who would get caught up in that.
In middle school, we had a school day trip to a park with a swimming pool, mini-golf, etc. My three best friends all said they weren't going to swim, so I didn't bring my suit. When we got there, they all had their suits and towels. They said they changed their minds about swimming but forgot to let me know. I had to play mini-golf alone while they swam.
This was apparently all communicated by phone the evening before. I do think they were real friends, but they clearly didn't consider me as close a friend as they considered each other.
I tried to plan a trip to a very cool cabin with a group of friends. I had wanted to go for a few years, but no one could ever go. Then, I accidentally found out the truth one day. Someone slipped up and said something as we were all hanging out. They were actually going to that specific cabin for my friend’s boyfriend’s birthday.
He didn't like me, so he told them all they couldn't invite me. None of them stood up for me. I lived with two of them at the time. I moved out a few weeks after that.
I had a best friend for a while, we'll call her Charlie. One summer, Charlie introduced me to my ex-boyfriend after begging me to go "save" her from this party she didn’t want to go to. Everything was going great, that boyfriend and I were super in love, always spending time together, as new couples do—but this drove Charlie crazy.
I didn't really notice anything was bothering her at first, until we agreed she move into my (dad's) place for summer so she could see how being "on her own" was. I'm never home because I'm with my boyfriend, she's constantly calling and texting and coming to hang out with us because she "has no one else." As all of this was happening, she's wearing my clothes, sleeping in my bed, calling my pets her pets, etc.
She moves out in August, things are great, she finds herself a little boyfriend, and I stop seeing her as much as I used to—think four or five times a week as opposed to every day. Charlie and her boyfriend break up sometime in during that period, but frankly I don't really remember because she was always crying about something.
Flash forward to June of the following year. Things go south with my boyfriend and we break up. I find myself someone new and move on. Charlie though, my best friend in the entire world at this point, takes it upon herself to start sleeping with my ex-boyfriend and casually forgets to tell me, until—and she darn well knew—I found out my new boyfriend was cheating on me.
She sends me a cute text saying "Oh. I slept with your ex-boyfriend on Friday. I forgot to tell you." So at first I'm like you know what? Cool. Good for him. Glad he's found someone to be happy with again. But then the reality of it all set in and the more I thought about it, the more I remembered her always trying to be around, inviting herself over to his place all the time.
It did not sit well with me.
This kid in high school I was friends with would belittle me constantly because he thought it was joke, as he got picked on a lot. Well, one day we were hanging out and I accidentally left my AOL messenger signed in. He then said horrible things to the girl I was really close to sealing the deal with. She never seemed to believe that it wasn't me and things weren't the same with her after that.
Screw you, Dan!
I've had abusive friends, but I've only had one who was out-and-out crazy. Let's call her D. D seemed nice at first. She was a transfer at my college my sophomore year. We got along great, she was looking into joining my sorority. We signed up to live together in a suite the next year. And then things started to go downhill.
She started saying things that sounded awful that weren't really true. She saw some scrapbooks at the sorority house, and one had some pictures with naked guys in the background. Well, she decides to tell my friends that, "The sorority has scrapbooks filled with naked boys." Um. What? No. They weren't even the subject of the pictures!
Okay, whatever, maybe she just misspoke. Then one night she wakes me up and asks me where my roommate is. I'm just like "... I was asleep. How should I know? How did you get in here??" So later in the school year, I go to my sister's school and sleep over. D comes into the hallway and starts banging on my door in the middle of the night screaming, "I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE LET ME IN."
My roommate at the time is like "...????" and opens the door. D is drunk. VERY drunk. My roomie says, "She’s not here, she's at her sister's college." "I KNOW SHE'S IN THERE" "No, seriously, look—" and points out my empty bed. D tries to sleep in the hallway. RA has to get her back to her room. Now alarm bells are going off, but it's too late to change the rooming assignment.
Fast forward to next semester, fall of my junior year. I have a single, she has a single, and the last room is my then-boyfriend and one of my best friends from college (let's call them E and R). R has a girlfriend I'm friends with, we'll call her L. L is over a lot, since she lives on top of a bar and the noise is ridiculous.
My boyfriend E is fine with this and basically just sleeps in my room the entire time. One day, we can't find the soap. We ask D if she knows where it is. She says she doesn't know. She later says that she felt we were taking advantage of her because she bought soap twice, and she saw it in a drawer. We explain that we had put it in a drawer because you can't have anything out when it's cleaned, so they just put in a drawer.
She felt we were "taking possession of the soap." Um. Okay? R bought a huge thing of soap that we used the rest of the year. No big deal, right? This is the first of many meetings we need to have with her because she will have issues with us and instead of telling us, goes straight to the RA or the RD. This gets problematic.
A few meetings later, we find her cleaning everything in her room. She says she got fruit flies. We weren't that surprised. She'd left fruit sitting for days in the common room we had to throw out. She needed to clean everything. Okay, cool, no problem. RA comes when she's out of the suite and says, "Oh, so D told you she's moving out then?"
Uh, what??? No, she didn't. "Oh. Well." She comes back, admits to it. We're like okay, I guess? We're mostly blindsided by this. She goes to the RD and says we’re the reason for the fruit flies, because, as she says, "she saw crumbs in our room." Uh. The fruit flies were in HER backpack, and since when do fruit flies go for crumbs?!
So, she moves out. But she doesn't check out. The room is empty but for the basic furniture. Plus, some of her toiletries are still in the bathroom, and a mirror. After about two weeks, we figure she just abandoned the stuff. L takes the mirror and puts it in E and R's room, as she makes her own clothes and it helps her.
E and R have posterboard with Magic cards laid out on them for organization on the desks in the empty room. One day out of the blue with no warning, when E, L and I are there, D comes to check out. She asks us to move the Magic cards. No problem, we move them. Then she starts grumbling about how it's actually her room.
Uh, you moved out two weeks ago. It's not your room anymore. Then the RA's going through the usual thing, and gets up to paying for damages in the main room. She starts going off about how she was never in that room and blah blah blah. We have to explain to her that he's saying that IF there are damages, and there aren't any.
"Oh, okay." Cool. Then she says, "Did I leave a mirror here?" L says, "Yeah, it's in E and R's room, I was using it. We didn't know you still wanted it." And D goes, "Oh I still want it," goes, grabs it, and leaves with it, shaking her head and saying, "Don't know why people are taking my stuff..." We figure this is the last of it. Right? Wrong.
She comes back a few minutes later and says, "L, R's not here, so you're not supposed to be here, and I told the RA so he can kick you out." I say, "D, she can be here, she's my friend too." She says, "Uh, no, not really." Someone else says, "No, she's my friend too." Then she turns to me and says, "Well, go screw yourself, witch." And she leaves. I'm in shock. I'm a nice person.
No one has ever called me that to my face before. And then I'm livid. My then-boyfriend gets me to calm down. We change the code on our door so she can't get in anymore, and throw out the rest of the stuff she left behind. We think that's the last of it, for real this time. Weeks later, after not talking about it at all, E and I are walking up one of the sidewalks from our dorm, and she comes up.
I don't remember what we were saying exactly, but from behind us we hear, "OH HEY GUYS." Guess who it is? D. Yup. Awkward. A few weeks later, one of my sorority sisters comes up to me and asks me about the whole fiasco. I tell her what happened and she says, "That's what I thought." "Why?" "I was at a party and D was saying all these awful things about you, and I was just like, 'That doesn't sound like the girl I know.'"
I have no idea how long she continued to badmouth me, but believe me I was glad when I officially would never see her again.
Had a friend at the time who forced himself upon an intoxicated girl. We were around 17 and at a camping party. After too many drinks, of course. A girl he was digging passed out early and, as far as I know, he only put his hands on her once. But, it was enough for me to say something and he backed off. But, the look on his face was enough for me to instantly go cold.
It ate at me until I got home. I promptly told my mom and called his mom and, later, I told her. They all just blew it off with a shoulder shrug. I haven't spoken to him since that night.
I used to be friends with someone who was legitimately delusional about a sports celebrity figure, to the point where I was so creeped out that I couldn't stand being around her anymore. She committed crimes to get tens of thousands of dollars to move to the city he lives and plays in so she can go to every game.
She started learning another language so that they could communicate (he's not a native English speaker), etc. She even went so far as to live her life around the uniform number he wears (for example, the temperature is only ever set at that number, because it's his number...thankfully it's something vaguely reasonable).
She once held up a sign at a game and he saw it, and she was 100% convinced that he'd remember her forever. The sports figure is also married (to a supermodel, of course) and she was obsessed with the wife too. There were other awful behaviors, but she was so obsessed that I literally couldn't stand to be around her.
We were friends from work. He had split up from his ex with whom has three kids, and I needed to be closer to work. We went 50/50 on an apartment. With me being the nerd, I agreed to pay the tech bills—internet, phone, cable TV. He agreed to pay the power, as he burnt more when his kids were over on visits.
One day, I came home to a dark house. Hmmmm. I investigate. He hadn't paid the power for AGES because his new girlfriend wanted the money. But it got even worse. I discovered he wasn't paying his rent for the same reason. I ended up down $5,000, with no power, no rent money, and was evicted soon after.
Knew some guys for about three years. Then I get invited to a party of one of the guy's girlfriends. I don't know her well, but I accept as I hadn't been invited to any previously. The party was me and my friends and some girls. I go to sit down with a circle of kids and my friends start to act like they don't know me and ask me to leave.
I had just moved into my dorm for my second year of college. My roommate was my best friend since ninth grade. My stuff hadn't arrived yet, and it was my time to register, so I asked him if I could use his computer. He said sure. I sat down, and he had AIM open to a conversation with another good friend of ours.
I didn't scroll up, but from what was just visible on screen, they were talking about how weird I was and how awful it would be rooming with me. I closed it so he wouldn't realize later I'd seen it, registered, and left. We still lived together that year, but we didn't hang out at all. We just cohabited. I never asked him to hang out as friends, he never asked me.
Move-out day that year was the last time we spoke. That was over ten years ago. We chatted every day for six years, then haven't spoken since. I still don't know if I did or said something to flip how he felt about me, or if he never really liked me to begin with. The possibility of the latter really screws up your future friendships. Heck, the former does, too, knowing apparently you're capable of unknowingly saying or doing something to throw away a five-year friendship.
Heard two of my only friends at the time planning to go out later making sure to “ditch the red head.” That’s me. They had been my only friends since I could remember. In another instance, I let my mom know I was dating a girl she knew and really approved of, I heard my mom talking on the phone immediately to a friend of hers that she was disappointed in the girl’s choice, and hoped she would try dating other people.
Once, I heard a group of people I was out with talking about me in a pretty bad way and my best friend at the time joining in. All that was over a decade ago now. In college I really focused on getting better socially and I went to a faraway college where I could get a fresh start where I didn’t know a single person.
Made a great career for myself and moved to a town in a different state with a beautiful girl who I didn’t tell my family about until we were engaged. Now I run a very successful business and am pretty well liked from what I can tell. Coming home for Christmas though is like I’m back in high school again. The way I’m treated here by even my own family is super toxic. It’s no wonder I was so socially awkward as a kid.
This seems super small and weird, but my best friend growing up recently found her old hard drive from when we were in like grade 6/7, and we were going through it together. The secrets I discovered should have stayed buried. She was letting me go through whatever because it was all so old (I'm 20 now) so it didn't really seem to matter. I found a lot of old MSN chat logs (throwback) where she and other people from my middle school class were just ripping me to shreds, calling me ugly, annoying, fat, all that good stuff.
I was at a sleepover with my three best friends and was woken by something in the night. While trying to get back to sleep I heard my name, so I obviously listened in. Two of my “friends” were discussing how to phase me out of the group. It felt like they talked for hours about it, how weird I was, how boring I was, how much of a chore I was...it was gutting.
On the positive side, I found a new group of friends, told them about it all, and my previous friends were pretty much ignored by everyone outside of their little group. So, they got what they wanted and I got what I didn't know I desperately needed. All in all, I would consider that a win-win situation, wouldn’t you?
When I was in the fifth grade, one of my friends accidentally invited me to an online chatroom called the "I hate llCloudIXll" chat room. When someone realized I was in the chat they unloaded on me, pointing out every flaw I had and why no one in school liked me. The rest of the chat room followed suit and said some pretty awful things to me. Some of those horrible things are burned in my brain forever.
They included how I should kill myself and how no one would miss me. A few of my closest friends even chimed in at this point and agreed with everything being said. I started to self-mutilate and pretty much went the rest of middle school and high school without friends, unable to trust people or get close to people. To this day I can pretty much count how many true friends I have on one hand. Kids can be freaking awful.
She came to visit me for the first time since our friendship started, maybe a year or so into it, and told me she had bought her mum a designer bag for Mother's Day. I thought it was sweet, then I learned the dark truth. She’d bought it with a credit card that she found on the ground near a shopping center.
I ghosted after she pocket called me and overheard her talking smack about my personal issues—things that I had confided in her about.
My wife had a falling out with some friends of mine that she met through me. We had known them a long time but I had known them for much longer. I was upset with her one night, because they were always asking why she never came around anymore, but she absolutely refused to see them. I always thought it was because of this little side business project they went into together that didn't work out.
So, I'm driving my wife somewhere, and I just start getting upset with her that she won't make up with them and move past it like they did, and it sucks that she never comes with when I go over there. So, she finally broke and told me the painful truth. Every time she went over there without me, they would talk smack about me, putting down my personality, my humor, and much more.
I guess they thought she would be okay with it, like a joking, "Haha my husband can be such a [insert something], right?" But she wasn't okay with it. She's not a confrontational person, so she never really spoke up, but she was disgusted by the way they spoke about me behind my back, and refused to have anything to do with them.
She had been letting me think it was all her fault and she took it because she knew the truth would hurt my feelings. And it did.
On the day of my friend's wedding, I got horrible news that my 6-month-old nephew had passed in his sleep. I told my friend what had happened and explained that I couldn't go to her ceremony. I thought she'd understand. I was so wrong. She tells me that she didn’t care about my nephew. This was her “special day.”
Apparently, I had to send someone to “fill in for me” at the funeral so that I could be at her wedding. It took me a few seconds to cool down, but I managed to calmly state that I’d be supporting my sister through her grief and then hung up the phone. The bride and I are no longer friends.
My mom never told me how her best friend died. Years later, I was using her phone when I made an utterly chilling discovery.
Madame de Pompadour was the alluring chief mistress of King Louis XV, but few people know her dark history—or the chilling secret shared by her and Louis.
I tried to get my ex-wife served with divorce papers. I knew that she was going to take it badly, but I had no idea about the insane lengths she would go to just to get revenge and mess with my life.
Catherine of Aragon is now infamous as King Henry VIII’s rejected queen—but few people know her even darker history.
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