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My mom had two best friends in the family in the form of my aunts and had two other best friends outside the marriage and family from her high-school years. Her kidneys began shutting down, and she got VERY sick due to diabetes that went undiagnosed for 20+ years, it was 'sudden', even if the diabetes was gradual, it hit her seemingly all at once. Both aunts stopped talking to her. One friend from highschool, stopped coming around after she took her to a drs appointment and my mother had a seizure. Her 'friends', ditched her real fucking quick when things got rough. She needed help and NO ONE stepped up, except for me. My dad tended to her, but emotionally and mentally abused her to the point she was su*c*dal. She had no one. I found out real quick at the age of 12, through her entire 10+ year battle just to live, that REAL, ACTUAL friends, are rare and hard to come by and 9/10, they will gladly drop you like a hot stone, whenever it so suits them. Out of all of her close friends who knew her and hung out and did fun stuff with her, the only one who stayed was the only one who was absolutely okay with just coming and sitting with her. The only one who came and helped when she could was the one who was the one who was considered 'poor' and 'white trash'. It was a valuable lesson to learn, that the people who are okay with just BEING with you, who values just spending time with you, who ask nothing in return, who give and take equally, and who expect nothing from you nor judge you for your financial status or clothing or life, are the ones who will stick with you until death. RIP, Momma.

Damn if this happened to me id be serving life in prison

Former best friend, who had informed me the day prior that they tried cocaine for the first time a few weeks ago and that they weren't talking to their sister atm because the sister lied about their "narcotics usage" to their doctor, snitched to my police officer father and probation officer mother about my "weed addiction". I wasn't addicted. I was a semester away from getting my Bachelor's and had held down the same job for four years at that point. I only smoked in my free time. But instead of coming to me first about their concerns, they just went straight to my parents instead. And they told them shit that wasn't even true, like I regularly used shrooms (I'm open to it but have never taken them once) and that I've been smoking weed since I was 16-17. I didn't have my first smoke until 19. Not to mention I was 22 at the time and had been living on my own for three years. So I woke up to my mom in my home, screaming at me and threw away all my shit that cost me a lot of money. My mom said I should be thankful she's not calling the cops on me. I had told this friend countless times how strict my parents were and how I was afraid of my mother at the time (she's way less neurotic now), yet the friend was apparently shocked to discover my parents knew nothing about my stoner habits. They blocked me on all social media before I could chew them out, like a coward. I very well could have called or texted them and ripped them a new one, but I thought letting them stew in their anxiety, awaiting a hate filled call that would never come was a better revenge. I never spoke to them again. They've made attempts to reconnect, but I always block or ignore them. After our friendship ended, I started to realize how one sided the whole thing was. Everything we did together was centered around their likes and interests. My input always came second. Once for my birthday, they gave me a drinking glass decorated in Charlie Chaplin memorabilia. I never once expressed interest in Charlie Chaplin. For Christmas, they gave me some vinyls of *their* favorite albums. Not bands I like. They said it was so I could "expand my tastes" even though they listened to the most unlistenable, commercial boy band shit while I have a really varied, eclectic taste in music. I'm glad our friendship ended before I got married. Lord knows what they would've done to make the whole event revolve around them.

I had this best friend that I met when I was 13. She and I became inseparable even when she went off to college we emailed. This is the 90’s people. I went to see her college graduation and told everyone how amazing she is! She came home and I would wait in the car and she did her interviews as a teacher because I knew she would be awesome. Finally gets that job and we celebrated! I am still looking for a job but I am trying for a preschool teacher position and she wanted First Grade. Finally I get hired too, but after a year I walked away from the job and looked some where else and I was still in school. We hardly talked as much but when she bought her condo I was over there helping her decorate. Time marches on and I just horrible at interviews so I can’t seem to land a job, she is doing well and we are seeing each other about once a week now. But when we go out not having a job she’s expecting me to pay for my half of everything (this will be important). Finally I get a job at Disneyland we celebrate but now I can’t hang out so much. Right after she looses her job, get hired at another school really fast only to lose that job and this just keeps repeating. I am hanging bring over dinner her favorite movie and a girls night! We go out the next where she keeps passing me the check and me looking confused, she replies I am jobless remember? This happened multiple times passing me the checks and saying she’s jobless. Well our birthdays are quickly approaching and I am six weeks older than her. I threw a 30th birthday party and she came but I didn’t spend all my time with her. Two weeks later she emailed me saying she got back with this friend from college and that I was not worth her time. I just wrote her back and said Happy Birthday

If a "Friend" wants you to sign something that for "So your Friend OP will sell-delete" then CALL SOMEONE and not sign your friend death.

I had an online friend whom I defended for years for what they’re into, only then to be outed by the same online friend for what I’m into afterwards. I hate this person with a passion and hope they don’t have a good rest of their life.

so many of my 'friends' have stabbed me in the back. I make friends and then they cut me out and start treating me as the 'punching bag'. I'm also the least prioritized out of everyone. It's a terrible feeling

Story 18: Its 'barrister' aka an advocate of the high court not barista, a person who makes/blends coffee.

I have two with one involving family. 1. I was on leave from my second deployment and was invited out for Halloween Bowling with some friends from high school, we had fun and they said they were getting tired and took off as I went home. The next day I found out from some other friends that they had a sort of high school reunion bonfire right after bowling and wished I was home so I could come out, I haven’t talked to the first set of friends since. 2. I’d become an alcoholic for a bit and landed on hard times after my career ended. My brother had just bought a house and invited me to park my camper on his property but only if A) I helped pay to fence off part of his yard so our dogs wouldn’t get out of the main gate. B) pay to get my dog fixed if I wanted to have him on the property. I fulfilled my obligations despite not having a lot of cash to my name only for my brother to turn around and not only make me rehome my dog but evicted me from the property. To avoid violence my Dad and Mom invited me to park my camper on their property while I got back on my feet but my brother decided to start cyber bullying me for a bit. This all culminated in a night when my brother posting a meme on my face book page depicting a security guard (I had just started a security gig at the time) with a face full of meth head ass. He took great pride in his trucking job and I responded by posting a meme of a truck going under a bridge that wasn’t high enough, if you’ve never seen the image you’ll laugh. Anyways we argue in the comments while apparently entertaining of both our groups of Facebook friends with our back and forth when he finally said he would come kick my ass, I told him the exact address I was working and begged him to come. He called me to apologize and couldn’t figure out what happened between us as he thought we were close, we apologized to each other and deleted the posts we made. I didn’t talk to him again for about a year and a half but after our Mom died I started stepping in as the cool uncle for his oldest daughter, she was super close to our Mom and I didn’t want her to go with out a family member she could turn to. I think that helped me and my brother become better friends!

These stories confirm what I already know, many people are just crap. I'm not going to share my own stories here but I will say that, in my older years, I'm quite content living with my dog.

I hate how I can relate (sort of) as someone with (currently) such a short life. I’m only 13 (14 in a single/couple day/s) and I have lost, at minimum 6 friends due to some form of betrayal. One kicked me in the male thing, one often ignored me and didn’t care at all when I said I didn’t want to be friends anymore, one started swearing at me just because I was beating him at Fortnite 1v1s, one of them lied about his parents not giving him money for Fortnite (proof was that he has multiple 60 dollar games), two ignored me every time they played some stupid sports game and then one day they both start texting swears at me then one of them say he was hacked by the other friend, I gave him a second chance, swears at me through text along with the other friend AGAIN, gave a third chance, it led to me not talking to my dad for a month, VERY far into the future, I give him ANOTHER CHANCE and he was even worse. Not even a teen yet and he was swearing (normally used the B-word before this when not playing with me) and said something about wanting to “hurt himself.” And guess what. After ALL the drama that happened, he kept playing with the other friend who was a really bad influence on him. So when I saw him playing with the other jerk again AND IGNORING ME AGAIN, I texted him about never getting another chance ever again and to this day, I have very few friends because I can’t trust anyone anymore. The reason I gave him a… what, forth chance? Is because I was, at the time, not doing too well mentally. Trapped myself in the house and had no friends to talk to. I tried to give him one last chance, and he fully proofed himself to be, not just a bad kid, but a bad person and friend, and I doubt it will ever change. Moral of the story, don’t trust little kids that swear that dont even try to stop swearing in front of me. I hate this generation. (Also adding some more trauma dump, I met my currently best friend and him around that time and they both shared the names as my cousins who both at the time, recently passed.)

I remember in uni the group of "friends" I used to hang out with would always talk about about each other and play pramks on each other. I wasn't used to their behaviour and thought a lot of their interactions were OTT: maybe it's cultural? Anyway when I went on exchange, one of them made a fake FB profile about me: taking the piss out of things I said, using my own photos to make fun of. They all friended the account and interacted with it. I told them I didn't like it from the beginning but they kept talking me down to it being ok and I should just take the joke. They said they didn't know who created it (who defends a stranger over their supposed friend?) They did it to another guy as well who said he thought it was funny but all I could think is if only he knew the shit they friend group used to say about him behind his back. It was only years later I found out who it was through another friend although I basically already knew. I tried to get over the betrayal, tried to convince myself it wasn't that serious (early timess of social media so cyber bullying was still a new concept) but I couldn't shake it. We never really hung out after uni so eventually deleting them from fb wasn't so hard.

Those friends are spy’s

The mf got actually got stabbed in the back

1:43 I thought that was me until they said that part about the bullying Also around at 5th grade, all my friends started drifting away from me until I was all alone I made a few more friends tho

Wait that says 6 days ago?

Ok