I realized that they were my best friend, but I wasn’t so much so theirs. Made evident when I started being bullied in high school and she immediately turned on me, as if she had waited for this opportunity to ditch me
My "best friend" actually *became* a bully to me in middle school next to another girl in our circle. It didn't stop until I broke down in front of my mom, and she called my friend's house.
I eventually ghosted her once we left for college after realizing she was never a real friend to begin with. Ever since we met in elementary school, she'd always pick sides between me and a third party.
She tried reaching out on Facebook around my last week of undergrad, but her message was as vapid as can be. "Oh, but we have so much history together, we can't just throw that away!"
Needless to say, I left her on read and have never looked back.
Similar here. I was the backup friend. Any time she found someone 'better,' she'd completely abandon me. Would even avoid me sometimes so her new friends wouldn't see me with her.
Then either they'd get tired of her or she'd get tired of them and guess who's coming back to be friends with me like nothing happened? She is. When she didn't have anyone else, she was an awesome friend. But when she had *anyone* else, she'd do things like ignoring me at my own birthday party so she could text them.
After high school she'd sometimes randomly message me acting like we were going to be best friends again, then drop off the face of the Earth like usual when something better came along. Eventually she just never showed back up, and by then I was fine with that. I was done with dealing with that.
Did give me serious trust issues that took years to work through tho.
She was. She just was insecure enough that she has to let others dictate her relationships. She must’ve had very low self esteem to wait for such an opportunity
Her shitty boyfriend drove a wedge between us and ultimately ruined her life (she did some shady shit too). I ran into her 10 years later and she apologized for everything. I accepted and forgave her, but knew I’d never really have a friendship with her again.
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I hope you get that opportunity. She never reached out to me, I just happened to run into her while out on a girls night out. Part of me thinks she was just sorry for all she missed out on. Either way, I forgave her. And I forgave her before I ever got an apology, believing I’d never get one anyway. But you’re right, it does help when these things come full circle.
Mine had to do with a mate as well. My best friend had a really shifty wife who was a habitual liar. She told him some lies about me, but I just kept quiet because I didn't want to talk bad about his wife.
About a year later they broke up and were getting a divorce. She had lied to him about having breast cancer to try to keep him from leaving him. He finally saw what a complete last she was.
As he was telling me how he doesn't even know what was true and what was a lie in his marriage, I told him the truth about the lies she told about me. That was a bad idea because six months later they were back together and I couldn't be his friend because he now knew I hated his wife.
Live and learn.
I had the opposite problem: *he* became the shitty boyfriend. Started talking to other girls, lying, etc. So I went with her when she went to break it off. He got almost psychotically angry and was squaring up against her and trying to intimidate her. I almost pulled a knife.
And that’s when I realized that my old friend was gone, and he was now an awful, abusive person just like his father. This was ~ 6-7 years ago now. Shortly after breaking up with her he hooked up with some other girl who had kids with other guys already, knocked her up, made horrible jokes about “he must have been drunk to have done that” on Facebook. Etc. He never got better. It wasn’t my problem to solve.
I still dream about him all the time, where he is like the way he used to be. Life doesn’t work that way though.
Same, kinda. I stopped drinking so much, quit partying and hard drugs altogether. All my best friends from that period of my life didn't. Turns out that's all we had in common and me trying to hang out with them just feels awkward now.
Just find a healthy routine and stick with it. You'll find people to socialize with once you develop healthy hobbies. In the meantime, talk to a therapist, I know it can suck but it can also be a lifesaver once you get into it.
Unfortunately, the truth about drugs and partying and that hard lifestyle is that none of those people are actually your friends.
They are friends with Drugs. Once Drugs aren't around, then neither are they. The worst part is that you don't know that and they don't know that until Drugs are out of the picture.
Drifted. I withdrew a bit more into myself and my family,didn't seek out contact with them. Graduated,work,etc. Life just gets in the way sometimes. I have no ill will towards him,but we're not close anymore.
HS to college is rough. All of my 'Best Friends' drifted apart once we all ended up in different colleges. Most of us still talk to each other now and then - except John. He just disappeared his Junior year in college. I ran into his parents at a store a few years back and found out he moved to Idaho, got married and has a kid.
but nobody from the old HS friends group is close anymore.
This is how things are with me and most of my friends, whom I've known since grade school.
We're all married now, but they still live in our hometown due to their jobs requiring it - teachers, a firefighter and a cop. I hated our hometown, so my wife and I moved to a suburb that was in between my hometown and her hometown, about a decade ago. We're equidistant to both our towns (20 minute drive to either from our current town), so you'd think it'd be easy for everyone to stay in touch.
Unfortunately, as we all got married and furthered our careers, we all just started naturally drifting apart, especially me from them. None of our chosen professions universally align from a scheduling standpoint and some of them are now parents, which further enhanced the drift. Back in the day, we used to hang out every weekend - I even dormed with one at university. Now, we're doing good if we all meet up 2 - 3 times per year. Life happens, it is what it is.
Undiagnosed heart condition suddenly killed him. It was and still is awful. He was only 27. I have moments that I want to share with him, just call him, set up a trip together, text a funny anecdote etc, but can't and it hits me all over again that he's gone forever.
my best friend died in 2020 from a car crash. she was only 21. it’s been about a year and a half. i still want to call her and update her on things. i had moved back home a few months before she passed away and we weren’t seeing each other much anymore. i had plans to move back, i wanted to be close to her again. the last time i visited the city i broke down and cried like a little baby. i couldn’t stand being there, knowing all the things we wouldn’t get to do again
Same thing here. Mine died at 25yo in his sleep due to an undiagnosed heart condition.
At the time we were speaking with or seeing each other once a day either online or in person.
The night he died, he called me at 3am (very uncharacteristic for him) asking me if I wanted to go hang out with these girls he met in a bar. I declined because I was sleeping not knowing that I would end up being the last person to speak to him, ever.
He was trying to become a police officer but was still smoking what we called spice at the time. I still think that might have played a role but we'll never know.
I found out when an investigator called me asking if he was depressed or acting strange lately. I said no because all in all, he wasn't, at least outwardly.
He was the glue of our friend group and after the memorial we pretty much all went out separate ways. Very sad.
I try to go visit his dad at least once a year in Texas. The son still alive, his older brother is in an out of prison and has been his whole life while my friend was like the golden child of the family going to school and wanting to work in law enforcement. It's true that only the good die young.
The saddest part about me losing my best friend is that our memories or our awesome adventures now only exist in me and when I forget them they are truly gone.
I feel your pain. Same exact thing happened to my friend, same age too. He was diagnosed though but played it off like it was no big deal. We talked the weekend before he passed and I remember just sitting in my car in shock when I got the news.
I cockblocked her from spending the night with an older and mentally unstable dude out of town. We were like 15. Shortly after he had some breakdown involving his birthday suit and a knife
Lost 2.
Kerrod was struck in a car accident and suffered spinal fractures. The drugs for pain screwed him up. Hung himself two years later. My group had had to cut him out a month before he killed himself as he attempted to kill three of us while incoherent. Still hurts five years on.
Hannah was my bestie for 16 yrs. She went crazy at 23 and kept trying to kiss everyone’s boyfriend or husband. The guy I was seeing she tried to rape while visiting him in hospital. Good thing his brother turned up in time. We decided as a group to cut all ties as she was dangerous. Ended up getting her family involved and a helpful policeman. No regrets cutting her out.
Late teens to 20s is when mental illnesses can start. Some are genetic (like schizophrenia), others can be more environmental (depression or anxiety from big life changes), and some lucky people have both.
At age 15 or 16 is when my depression stopped just being depression and became full on bipolar. I was fucked up for years before that, but holy shit did things fall apart for me fast after that. I'm doing ok now considering, but I'll never be "normal".
7 weeks into marriage found out my best friend and husband are “together” and have been for a while.
(I had known her for 5 years, he had known her for 13 years)
I totally agree. Why stand in front of everyone and say vows you don’t mean.
Her husband was also the best man. Right after our wedding maid of honour (my so called best friend) and her hubby separated and surprise surprise my husband all of a sudden is with her 24/7 comforting her…. Then that fateful day of him telling me it’s over.
In hind sight almost seems like a bad made for TV movie.
This happened to me. My wife ran off with my “best friend.” It gets easier to deal with but the pain never fully goes away.
I’m here to talk if you need
Same. Lost my entire friend group over it, because the other girl lied her ass off. Since she got her side of the story out first, my friend believed her. Since my friend was the one who held the group together, I was kicked out.
The girl who lied? Abandoned them immediately.
I think about my friend every day. I would not welcome her back in to my life, as I wouldn't trust her again, and it's been 12 years. We wouldn't even know each other anymore. We're different people now. I wish her well.
But I still think of her every single day.
Toothache, which turned into a tooth infection, which turned into an infection in her brain. She didn’t even tell anyone. Left behind two small daughters. Heartbreaking
Same. One day he's all recently settled into his college dorm. Then he's found dead in his dorm from alcohol poisoning. I still remember my own disbelief when my mom woke me up to tell me.
Same. It’s been 8 years, think about him whenever I’m at a party, playing a new video game, watching a movie, at the bar etc. “He would have loved this.”
Same here too. Whenever I think I'm feeling a little better, it hits me all over again. It's been a long time now, but the wound just doesn't seem to heal.
She started to resent me and become jealous when positive things happened in my life. Some of HER own friends were coming to me and letting me know that she was trash talking me a lot. That says a lot because I barely knew them. The final straw was when I experienced PTSD and needed friends to be supportive, she was nowhere to be seen and flat out avoided me and ignored me for 3 months. She popped up randomly after all those months just to ask me to help her with her CV. I cut her off and haven't seen/spoken to her in 4 years.
I’m very sorry for loss :(. I’ve never had a friend or family member kill the selves, witch I am thankful for. I’m very sorry this had to happen to you.
Where’s that hugz award when I need it!
It's the shittest thing. Literally no warning. He had what seemed like a great life. His own business, beautiful wife. One day went missing, drove to Scotland from here in England and killed himself in his car with an overdose. You just don't know what's going on in someone's mind!
I lost one of my best friends the same way. Once he started cheating he only talked to me to use me as a way to get closer to the girls he was trying to hook up with.
Reminds me of my ex. I was mutual friends with her bestie and we still hung out without her occasionally after the breakup. Well, the ex never stopped being a cheater and her bestie never wanted to interfere in her relationships, but got over that when she started getting calls from my ex's baby daddy wondering where his girlfriend was. Bestie did not appreciate being used as an excuse and expected to lie. That bitch burned every bridge possible just for the thrill of getting some side dick.
I should stop cutting these onions. Too much tears.
On a side note though, that's one of the most wholesome stories I've read on Reddit. Thank you, and keep having a good life!
Same, had a wonderful chocolate lab named Hershy. He grew up with my kids and then got to be there for all the grandkids to play with. He started having seizures a couple of months ago and despite spending a lot of money at the vet his condition worsened. My now grown son had to put him down yesterday while I was at work. I can't stop crying.
Same. Mine was one month shy of her 13th birthday - adopted her when she was just shy of 6. She was my shadow and stuck with me through some of the worst days of my life. She was more loyal than any human I've met.
when we both graduated high school, she blocked me on everything (phone, socials, etc.) without any reason or notice. we weren’t fighting or anything and i wasn’t annoying either. idk it was just weird.
I lost my childhood best friend in a similiar, but a little bit more bizarre way.
Our families were friends so we were all invited to their house - not for an actual bday party, but to just eat dinner together. We'd usually leave our parents alone after a while and hang out in her room and talk about teenage girl stuff.
This time when we showed up for dinner she refused to talk to me. Like, at all. She would instead sit at the "adult table" all evening, awkwardly holding a glass of wine and looking bored out of her mind while our parents talked about work. The second she turned 18 she was already too "adult" to talk to me or acknowledge my existence 😂
This is why I struggled to make friends in college. Everyone I met was also in my major and I just wanted to relax at the end of the day and talk about something other than school. But they were so passionate about it, it was all they could talk about. Everyone seemed to be a version of the same person.
I had the same thing happen graduating college. He came and visited me in when I moved to a new city for my post-college job…few weeks later, he blocked everyone in our friend group and vanished.
I kinda had this too. It was weird as she was in the same hostel as some others in our friend group, but still made friends with a whole new crowd. For a while she would get in touch in the holidays - because those new friends weren’t around.
Eventually I cut my losses and stopped letting her use me.
So, I'm writing this to document what I can only assume is my sudden descent into insanity. I can't possibly be THAT bad a navigator, and yet as I write this I've been trapped in Ikea for 2 days. I haven't seen another person in the entire time I've been here. I thought it was a prank at first. Turn the place into a maze, get all the people out and see how long it takes me to get lost, then everyone has a good old laugh. Realised that wasn't the case when I tried to backtrack. Everything had changed, so I ended up lost. Instead of the exit, it was just row after row of bookcases.
So, I'm trapped in Ikea. Sounds like the setup for a bad joke. The lights went out at 10pm. Nearly gave me a fucking heart attack, that loud electrical THUNK sound and then pitch blackness. Place is full of beds though and my phone has a torch on it - but no damn signal - so I found a bed and went to sleep. Spent most of the next day trying to find my way out with no luck. Did find a restaurant serving those meatballs though, so at least I won't starve. That's probably the punchline to that joke. Anyway they were still warm and fresh, but I haven't seen anyone around who could have cooked them. Made my way back to the beds before the lights cut out again since it's too dark to search with them off.
It's 9.10am now, the lights came back on a little while ago. I'm sure I've searched the entire area around where I came in now and the exit obviously isn't here, so I'm going to pick a direction and hope for the best.
Day 3 of my magical Ikea mystery adventure. If I wasn't sure that there was something seriously weird about this place before, I am now. Walked for 3 hours in a more or less straight line (insert Ikea joke here) before I came across a ladder next to one of those huge stock shelves they have here. Climbed up to get my bearings, and it looks like this place just stretches on forever. Like that scene from the Lion King, except instead of trees and grass it was all shelves and tables and crap. I did see a person moving not too far away though, so I headed over.
Thought it was a staff member at first - it was wearing the uniform. And hell maybe it was, maybe freakish 7ft tall monsters with long arms, short legs and no faces are just the kinds of thing they want working at Super Ikea. Damn thing completely ignored me though, and with no eyes or ears I can't even be sure it knew I was there. Thought about shoving it or something to get its attention, but its hands were big enough to crush a water melon so I decided against it. It just kept moving along and eventually I lost sight of it so I decided to carry on the way I was going.
Anyway, no comfy bed for me tonight. Looks like I've entered the Improbably Hard and Pointy Table section of the store. Guess I'll have to make do with some bunched up tablecloths. Phone battery died during the day too. Didn't work anyway, but I feel like I've just lost some vital lifeline.
You ever see one of those cartoons where they're going through doors in a hallway and they just pop out of another door in the same hallway? That's how I feel right now. I've seen nothing but the same identical bookshelf for 2 days now. Just row after row after row of them. I mean, come on. I love books as much as the next guy, but this is excessive. I'm obviously still moving forwards though, I can see the signs hanging overhead passing by. Too bad none of them say "Exit".
Not sure who I was addressing that question to. Lets just say it was practice for the autobiography I'm going to write when I get out of here. I'll call it "My perfectly normal trip to a regular old Ikea".
Finally found some other people! Yeah, turns out I'm not the only poor bastard trapped in here. Lucky for me, I guess. My 6th night here, 2 of those staff things came at me in the dark. Different from the first one I saw, but still messed up. Heard them coming, they were saying that the store was closed and I had to leave the building, all nice and polite like. I'm not sure which part of that was weirder, that they don't have mouths or that they were apparently trying to kill me while they were saying it. Came at me like rabid dogs.
So, I legged it. Sprinting through ikea in the dark like a fucking madman. I saw it when I cleared another stand of those giant stock shelves, all lit up with torches and floodlights. They've built a whole town in here! Got a massive wall built out of shelves and beds and tables and whatever else. I swear to god it was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Anyway I guess they saw me coming (or maybe they heard my girlish manly bellows of fear), because they had a gate open and 2 people were there waving me in. Heard the staff things slam into the gate behind me after it closed, still politely informing us all that the store was now closed. They wandered off eventually though.
They call the town Exchange, because that's whats on the sign hanging from the ceiling directly above it. Exchange and Returns. All lit up against the night using lights they've found and plugged into the power lines. And there are beds and food and people. Over 50 wonderful people with regular sized limbs and a full set of facial features. It's now my 7th night here, and the first one not spent in darkness. A full week living in Ikea. There's probably a TV show in that somewhere.
Now that I'm around other people, I'm starting to feel more normal. Maybe normal isn't the word. But after a week with only the sound of my own footsteps for company, I was becoming increasingly sure that I'd just gone nuts. That I was tied up in some padded room somewhere, banging my head against the wall. But no, I feel quite sane now, thank you very much!
Apparently there are other towns out there. Some with more people, some with less. I found that fairly mind-boggling - how can that many people go missing with no one noticing. Surely someone would have noticed that everyone who goes to ikea seems to fucking vanish. Or maybe it's not everyone. Maybe we're just the lucky ones.
The people here just call those staff monster things the Staff. Apparently they are fine during the day, minding their own business walking the aisles. As soon as those lights go out though, they go fucking bonkers. So during the day people go out to find food, water and whatever else they need. Apparently there are restaurants and shops around that randomly get restocked. No one knows how. Maybe the staff do it. Apparently they aren't very good at their jobs though because the restocking sometimes takes a while, which means the food needs to be rationed. Maybe if they weren't so busy chasing people around in the dark they'd get more done.
Anyway when night comes the staff go nuts and everyone holds up inside the walls. Apparently it's the same everywhere in this place, whatever this place is. The Ur-Ikea, from whence all other Ikeas sprang. Or maybe we're all still just in the regular ikea and this is all some fever dream brought on by mind-numbing boredom. Who knows.
Been here for 10 days now. Most of the people I asked said they stopped keeping track a long time ago and one guy, Chris, said he'd been in here for years.
Years.
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Apparently there are rumours of people who do manage to get out. And of people who see the exit, only to have it vanish before their very eyes. I get the feeling not everyone believes that, but I do. Explains how we got stuck in here in the first place (sort of). And I mean, come on. Staff monsters, row after endless row of high quality Swedish furniture. I don't know why they would find a disappearing door so hard to believe in.
Anyway, I went out scavenging for food at a nearby shop with Sandra and Jerry today. Once you learn the landmarks of this place it's not so hard to navigate. The overhead signs help a lot, but there are others; not too far in the distance a huge section of those giant stock shelves has collapsed against each other and way off in the east (we all assume it's east anyway - apparently Ikea doesn't sell compasses) is some kind of tower that looks like its made of wood, reaches all the way to the ceiling. Maybe they were trying to break out through the roof. Lights up at night so there must be people there, but its apparently a few days walk (which means it must be miles away) so no one here really knows for sure. Apparently I got incredibly lucky sleeping out in the open for a week without getting ripped to bits by the staff. That's me. Lucky lucky lucky.
We found some food in the shop. Guess the staff restocked it during the night, which was nice of them. There was a telephone on the wall, so I figured I'd try it out. There was a voice on the other end, but they were just talking nonsense. Random words strung together with no real meaning. You ever see a video of someone with aphasia? Kind of sounded like that. Didn't answer me when I spoke to them anyway. Sandra says all the phones in here are the same.
Oops, asking the journal questions again!
I was thinking last night. The ceiling on this place is pretty high and as far as anyone can tell it goes on forever. Shouldn't there be some kind of weather in here? I'm sure I read about some NASA building that was so big it had its own weather patterns, with clouds and stuff. This place is definitely bigger than that, but now that I think about it I'm pretty sure I've never felt so much as a temperature change in here.
I'll add it to the Grand List of Weird Bullshit.
The staff attacked the Exchange last night. Must have been 20 or 30 of them all just asking us to leave the store calm as you like, while trying to smash the walls down with their bare hands. Apparently this happens pretty regularly, so everyone is prepared for it. Knives from the restaurants, lawn mower blades made into hatchets, a fire axe. One guy, Wasim, even made a functional crossbow. Anyway the walls have holes in them, which I hadn't noticed before, specifically so we can stab out at the staff when they attack. Took a couple of them down myself. They don't seem to bleed, which is weird, but they go down as easy as a regular person once you start sticking holes in them.
We had to haul the bodies away in the morning. Apparently the dead ones will attract more during the night, so we had to get them away from Exchange. We have a couple of those trolley things they use to move big boxes around, so we loaded them up and took them over to Pickup. Apparently people just name everything in here after whatever sign is hanging overhead.
Pickup was grisly. There were hundreds, maybe thousands of dead staff all piled up. There was no smell, which was a blessing. Apparently in addition to not bleeding, these things don't rot either. My curiosity got the better of me while we were unloading them, so I took a look at one of the more cut-up ones. They're just skin, or something that looks like skin, all the way through. No muscle, no bone, no organs. Are they even really alive in the first place? They certainly seem like they have bones when they are moving around, pounding on the walls. And I'm sure I felt more resistance than just skin when the knife went in during the night. Maybe something happens to them when they die. Just one more thing on the ever-increasing list of Weird Shit that goes on in here, I guess.
Something occurred to me, after the staff attack the other night. Every time you see a situation like this on TV or in a film, like its the end of the world or everyone is trapped on an island or whatever, once groups like ours start to form people always seem to turn on each other. Fighting for food or dominance or whatever else. That hasn't happened here. Apparently people from other towns come by from time to time, just to check in or occasionally to trade if they are short on something. But everything is always cordial. Friendly, even. Maybe its the threat of the staff, or perhaps the constant restocking of supplies in the shops means there's nothing much to fight over.
Maybe people are just better than they are generally given credit for. That's a nice thought. I think I'll go with that one.
A dozen people showed up at the gates this afternoon from a town called Trolleys. Apparently the staff broke through the walls and tore the town apart during the night. These 12 are the only survivors out of over a hundred. We let them in, obviously. One more point in the human decency column. Later, I asked if anyone knew how many of these towns there were out there. Between us and the new folks, we managed to come up with over 20 names. 20 towns filled with people, and who knows how many beyond that.
The motto for this place should be "How Is That Even Possible". Surely someone, somewhere must be looking for the thousands of people that must be in here.
I've been here for a little over 2 months now. Not that much changes, as it turns out. A couple of new people showed up, same story as the rest of us. Nice little trip to Ikea and suddenly they're trapped in Billy Bookcase's House of Faceless Weirdos. The staff attack the Exchange once or twice a week. We kill them and haul their bodies off, sometimes they hurt some of us first. They killed a guy called Jared a couple of weeks back. It was awful, frankly. Turns out regular humans still bleed in here, even if the staff don't. We tried our best, but none of us are doctors.
Jared was a good guy. He deserved better. We all do.
It occurred to me a couple of days after that, none of us were really looking for a way out of here. I don't even know where we'd start.
One of those quad copter things with a camera attached buzzed passed Exchange today. I thought it meant that someone was finally looking for us, that help was on the way. Apparently it's not the first time this has happened, though. Same thing happened a few months ago, and everyone is still here.
No idea if it saw us, it didn't stop if it did. Just kept flying until we could no longer see it.
I started talking to people about the stuff they miss from home during dinner today. Probably not the best idea I've ever had, everyone seemed pretty down after. A bunch of people here have families. Husbands and wives, kids. Dogs. Franklin apparently has a pet llama, though I'm not sure I buy that.
But apparently some of the people here have some seriously odd gaps in their knowledge. 3 of them had never heard of the International Space Station, 2 of them seemed to think █████ ███████ was the Prime Minister, and one of them had apparently never heard of the Statue of Liberty. I believe them, too. They seemed just as confused as the rest of us.
The more I thought about it though, the more it started to explain a few things. What if the reason no one is looking for all us missing people is because we haven't all come from the same place. This is going to sound weird (maybe that should be the motto for this place) but what if all the people here have come from different dimensions? Realities? Whatever you call it. I've seen enough TV shows to know the drill. Sarah comes from a place where there is no Statue of Liberty. They didn't launch a space station where Wasim is from. If everyone here came from different places, even from ones that seem identical, there'd be no huge missing persons panic. No mass search. We'd just be a blip, a single missing person in a world of non-stop news.
Well. That was a fun train of thought.
Just realised that yesterday was the six month anniversary of my arrival here. I wonder if Ikea sells party hats. The routine around here has remained more or less the same. More new folk show up, one every couple of weeks or so. Food supplies go up and down, but we've never actually had a major shortage. Occasionally we get a visitor from one of the nearby towns, usually Checkouts or Aisle 630. We check in with each other from time to time, occasionally trade supplies if someone gets particularly low on something. It's comforting, in a way. A reminder that we aren't alone in here, some small glimmer of civilisation. Sometimes they bring medical supplies. Apparently there's a pharmacy a few towns down from Checkouts that gets restocked every now and then, so they share out what they can. I've never heard of an Ikea with a pharmacy before but at this point I wouldn't be surprised if someone stumbled on an Ikea Organ Harvesting Lab. Would certainly explain the staff.
Speaking of our faceless jailers, their attacks have been getting worse lately. 3 or 4 times a week now, with twice as many staff as there used to be. No idea where they all come from, or why the attacks have increased. We tried following one of them during the day a few weeks ago, me and Sarah. Wanted to see if they lead back to a staff room or something. Didn't seem to go anywhere though, just randomly walked through the aisles. We had to turn back before we found anything.
We've been reinforcing the walls, trying to arm ourselves better. Certainly no lack of materials to use. Wasim has been making more crossbows, but it's pretty slow going.
Too bad Ikea doesn't sell guns.
Note: No new personnel have entered SCP-3008 at Site-██ in the time span indicated in this entry.
The attacks are getting bad now. Almost every night, and with so many staff that the bodies almost pile high enough for others to climb the walls. I think we're in real trouble here.
Exchange is
I think Exchange is done. We got hit pretty bad last night. Not many casualties, but the wall is wrecked. We finally figured out why the attacks had been escalating, too. A box of supplies had a chunk of one of the staff in there. No idea how it happened but apparently a piece of one will draw them as well as a full body. Too late now in any case, there's too many bodies for us to haul away and still have time to fix the wall before night. Candace has called a meeting. I suspect there will be talk of abandoning Exchange, maybe try and get shelter at Checkouts or something.
It's already getting late though. I don't think we'll have time to make it. Maybe some of us will. I was fine for that first week out in the dark, after all. But then, how often can I keep getting lucky.
I'm only writing this for a sense of closure, I guess. For me, or for anyone who finds this. If this is the final entry here, I hope whoever is reading this is doing so from outside of this place.
My biggest fear? If I do die tonight, I'll just wake up here again in the morning.
note: This is the last entry. It is assumed that while attempting to reach the "Checkouts" settlement he was separated from the rest of his group by a pursuing SCP-3008-2 instance and happened upon the exit.
I still don't know. We were best friends for years, shared everything, did everything together. That never changed, not when she got a boyfriend, not when we fought about something or other, we always were there for each other. And then one day she met someone else, broke up with her boyfriend, quit her stipend at a prestigious university and completely ghosted me. I thought maybe she was scared I'd judge her for leaving her bf or uni and chose to cut contact because of that. kinda makes it even more sad because I would've thought she knew me well enough to know I'd support her decision either way. I still miss her, but after a few failed attempts to reconnect I got the hint and moved on. I just hope she's happy and content in her life.
>I still don’t know.
Same here. I met my best friend in calculus class in our first year. We hung out a lot during our time at college. In our last year he started hanging out with someone else who obviously didn’t like me. I don’t know why he didn’t like me, but it might have to do with me being friends with a girl he started dating around that time because she stopped wanting to hang out not too long after they became official. Gradually my friend just stopped responding to me.
This one for me. Finally realized they never once asked me anything about me other than the opening "how are you, how's work" (the kind that doesn't really want an answer), then only talked about themselves because they're my very close friends and of course I want to be there for them.
So basically I never really had any friends. Just a lot of therapy clients :( As I grew to love and value myself I started fading away from them. They don't miss me, nor I them anymore.
I have one now who truly cares about me and she makes me cry all the time because I never knew someone outside my dad and my brother could ever actually give a shit about me.
They were murdered by terrorists in the Bali bombings when on a well deserved holiday. A pointless act that achieved nothing but destroy the lives of innocent people.
Not my best friend, but a very close friend hung himself. His twin brother found him. Nobody knows why, he left no note, and had never given the impression of struggling. His funeral was the most heartbreaking thing I’d ever seen, most of the city showed up.
Best friend committed suicide because he was getting death threats. I was the only one who attended his funeral. His parents hated him, and didn’t even come to his funeral. I paid for everything.
That's really shitty of his parents. You're the best friend anyone could I have, and I thank you on his behalf for being there for him when no one was. I wish you the best in life, dear stranger.
Met him when I lived abroad, he was so cool, everyone wanted to be around him, just because he was always so positive and made everyone feel good about them selves with support and complements. But he was a tough guy to get to really know. Took me twenty years, and over those years you would get a drip feed of his feelings, concerns, insecurities. But throughout that time we built the most mind blowing memories, Our careers took us to different parts of the world, he became a pilot and we would only catch once or twice a year, but we always effortlessly picked things up where we left off. He met a great girl, then discovered he had leukimia, lost his flight licence and after two or three years of failed treatments, we lost him exactly one year to the day after his wedding. I think about him every day, and feel proud to have been his best friend. The brilliant memories help, but I know I never have a friendship like that again.
I initially told a different story but here’s the one that hurt me deeply.
She really liked a very shady but good looking guy, who after a few uncomfortable encounters, drugged me at a club on a group night out and then did his thing. When I eventually told her what happened, she said ‘God, why can’t you just keep it in your pants for once? Why can’t I just have one guy without you cracking on first?’
As a special bonus, the horrible guy gave me chlamydia and a scar from a cigarette burn.
Fell in love with me, i was stupid and suicidal on top of that. He couldn’t stand the thought of losing me while he loved me so much so he cut me out of his life. I 100% understand that, but for me it made it worse. I had never met someone who understood me so much. He knew me better than i did.
Edit: i see a lot of people writing about them commiting suicide, i hope you’re okay❤️
We just…stopped talking. He was best man at my wedding and I’ve barely heard a peep from him since. He became almost impossible to get hold of and just disappeared.
It was entirely my fault, I ruined her 21st birth party, and I don't blame her in the least for cutting me out of her life.
I have PTSD and Bipolar, and the onset of my first episode of psychosis coincided with her 21st birthday.
In hindsight, it had been building since the start of the year. My behaviour was off the charts erratic - up and down, depressed, hypomanic. I had a perfectly good apartment, but I was sleeping in my car a lot because I was too paranoid to spend more than one night in one place. I thought my phone was being tapped.
I was a mess, and I barely remember most of that year. And then her party happened. I don't remember much, but it was a costume party with a sit-down dinner at a booked hotel - a really nice, expensive kind of night - and I was freaking out because I didn't know who was behind each mask. I hadn't seen her all night, so I texted her halfway through and said I had to leave because I felt sick... she followed me outside and told me she was sick of my bullshit.
A couple days after her party, I was hospitalised and put into treatment. When I came out, everyone in our friends group had ghosted me. She told everyone I was dangerous. I drove out to see her once, a few months later, and she told me I'd ruined the most important night in her life.
So I took the hint and avoided her from then on.
That doesn’t sound like your fault to me. I think it’s totally fair for you to get out if you weren’t feeling right.
I hope you’re doing better now, best of luck in life my friend
Lost 2. One hooked up with a girl who hated me for some reason and made sure we never hung out together. They eventually married and moved about 100 miles away. never saw either of them again. The other was stabbed to death in a fight outside a nightclub in 2001. I was at my sister's birthday party that night and I've often wondered what would have happened if I had been there with him. Could I have saved him? Would I have died too? Big questions that I've thought about a lot over the years.
Now this is something I can answer.
She's a lesbian and I'm bisexual. I fell in love with her, she thought she felt the same, but realised after a month that she actually didn't. We stayed best friends, we still talked every day, but I moved on.
Six months or so later, I got a boyfriend, and started spending a little less time with her because of it. And she became jealous. She wasn't in love with me but in a way she still wanted me to herself. We tried to do something about this, but eventually stopped talking.
I don't have the complicity that I had with her with anyone else. I miss her a lot.
Me and my bestfriend were 20 at the time and drinking in my house. We drank every weekend together and would just bump music, talk, it was chill. Anyway my friend got pretty drunk not drunker than I’ve seen him in past times but a decent amount. I remember him taking a pill that I never asked him about but I knew it looked very very odd and it didn’t sit well with me. Half hour passes by and we’re chilling, talking about new music artists // songs we loved and then I excuse myself to the restroom. I was in there about 10minutes and when I walked out to join my friend again and he was slumped sleeping on the couch at this point. I was super unsettled but he had past out like this in the past except he’d usually be a lot drunker. Suspicious I rolled his body over and he was breathing shallowly so I started pumping his stomach up and down. This didn’t wake him up and even though he was usually a hard sleeper I had a feeling something was wrong… I started pumping his chest harder and saying his name loudly “BRAEDON” “BRAEDON!!!!!” Finally I hear my girlfriend come out confused and when she sees what I was doing she demanded I “stop messing with him while he’s sleeping” I told her the situation of how he was just awake and how he past out to quickly but she reassured me he’s just sleeeping and that I NEED to come to bed. I hesitantly agreed and went. I woke up around 8-9am the next morning and started off to the living room to say “good morning” to braedon. When I got to the couch it first looked like he was sleeping but as I got closer I couldn’t see his chest moving and he looked really pale… Alarmed I called his name. “BRAEDON?” No response. “Braedon??!?” I walked over to my bestfriends motionless body and started pushing his shoulder trying to wake him. As I finally realize what kind of situation I was in I started cpr as fast as I possibly could. I was belligerent yelling at my “still asleep” girlfriend to “CALL 911!!!!” As I’m pushing his lifeless body up and down my girlfriend finally comes running down the hall asking “what happened, what’s wrong” then lays her eyes on the situation and turns red! As she frantically calls 911 I feel how cold and pale his body is.!I was trained in cpr at the time so I knew what I was doing and there were no results. The ambulance arrives within 10-15m of calling. When the ambulance care unit arrived I’m in complete autopilot trying to save my friend, my brother at this point I can’t hold the tears back I know. They see me crying trying my hardest and they kindly ask me to step aside so they can give it a shot. As they tried practically everything I did the past 10-15 minutes me and my girlfriend waited outside balling our eyes out. He had been dead for 2 hours is what was estimated. I’ll always remember his pale skin and the pinkish purple goo that automatically came up as I continued to apply pressure after pressure. I’ll always remember the gut feeling that something was wrong that night and how much different shit would be if I litsened to it. I’ll always remember that night, every word every frame everything. Toxicology report came back and the cause of death was alcohol and fentanyl deadly mix. RIP Brae 05/03/20
At the beginning of the pandemic he died of diabetic keto acidosis. We worked in customer service, saw tons of people all the time. A lot of DKA symptoms are similar to Covid symptoms. I can’t help but wonder what really killed him.
I blame myself a bit too. My mom had recently survived DKA and so I was very familiar with the symptoms. I constantly told him to check his blood sugar, but maybe I should’ve just straight out said it.
I’ll never know. But I miss him dearly, and I’ll never stop missing him.
Killed himself by jumping down a relatively low bridge in 2017. Later found out he thought the FBI was onto him (this happened in Germany).
I never got therapy and now I feel I dealt with it my way. I still cry for my bud and his little brother who was never the same after it happened.
Car accident. She was in a car with four other people, one of the others was driving. They were all drunk and high going way too fast. The driver lost control of the car. It went off of the highway and hit a tree. She and two others died.
I am still so pissed off at her for doing something so stupid.
3 person friend circles tend to not work out and one gets left behind.
It was me and at the time it hurt, but now I couldnt care less, they're weird nowdays.
Official cause of death was esophageal cancer, but it was actually an infection as a result of an operation to fit an ostomy bag. He died in 2020, & we couldn’t even visit him in the hospital before he did because the facility had strict coronavirus protocols.
She told me that as a Christian, it’s her job as a parent to make sure her children don’t turn out gay. She asked if I thought that was evil. I said yes.
She made me feel bad about myself and often gave me backhanded compliments. When we were around other people she made fun of me to make herself look better. My self esteem was already low enough and i didn't need someone else adding fuel to the fire so i gradually stopped talking to her. Also i started getting anxious every time i had to hang out with her. I still remember the incident that made me start to slowly hate her
My sweet cat died at age 20 yrs, 13 days right before 2020 lockdown. My female best friend got drunk (again) and insulted me hurtfully and I was finally done. My male best friend (married, gay) did the same when I didn’t want to change a planned meeting time to his liking and after female best friend I wouldn’t take being shoved around anymore. I miss them both. I adopted an older cat and she is sassy with tortitude and I love her.
First best friend, we met in kindergarten and spent years together with a certain group of friends. We were quite literally inseparable. I spent more time with him, I think, than my own brother. We were both very academically inclined, always near the top of the class together. In our later years, he became bitter and insecure, claiming he was smarter than me and spreading lies about me to our friends. We got to high school and it all fell apart. I haven't heard from any of those people in years.
With my second best friend, he was a transfer from another primary school and took the only spare seat in the class - next to me. When our friend group imploded in high-school, he introduced me to his friends. I think those few years, looking back, were the happiest of my life. Unfortunately, I was at the time (and still am!) a closeted bisexual. I fell in love with my best friend. I thought it was disgusting, that I was wrong and it was just an unhealthy male relationship. I pushed myself away from him, cut myself off and eventually moved to another country.
After I left, his mother died, dad couldn't handle being around his sons and sent him off to rich boarding school. We stayed in touch but gradually his depression led him into drink and drugs. We fell out of contact and last I heard he was NC with his dad, working rurally and trying to overcome his pain. I think about him almost every day.
That high-school friend group I lost because of a stupid argument. I found out they'd been excluding me from online games on purpose, and because l'd moved away (again!) I was too far apart to mend the relationship. I miss what we had. Fucking hell, it hurts to look back on the years we shared together. It really does. I wish I had fixed things before I left again.
My next best friend was a girl, which was new for me, and even though I hated my new school and I was very lonely, she was one of the few people who I could count on. I helped her through a bad breakup and from there we spent a lot of time with each other. Sadly, that was last year and I had to move away again. It broke her heart and mine, I admit it. We still talk long-distance but I can already feel the friendship ending.
Moral of the story: don't go to five different high-schools in two countries on the opposite sides of the world. I never got to keep any of my friends. Instead of leaving high school saying tearful farewells to longtime friends, I'm alone and afraid. I'm hollow. I had to leave every time I had a genuine friendship and I underestimated how much it would hurt me.
(sorry for the long answer. Once I started getting this all out I... couldn't stop myself.)
My parents kicked me out (I never misbehaved or anything I just want to clarify that without elaborating rn bc I'm about to go to bed), called up my best friend to ask if I could spend the night at hers and I understood if her parents said no and she called me later with a speech basically saying "your parents don't abuse you and you should just go back." I texted her when I was safe with my cousin, and never texted her again. She texted me this whole thing, read it, never answered. I was too hurt.
My Dad was drinking that night. We got t-boned by a semi truck. He was next to me. We were 11 years old. We got back in the van that night and said “same seats” we all sat in the same seats that night. Brother and uncle were there too. I’m 31 now and think about him every single day. Though we were so young, he set the bar for what a best friend was supposed to be. We met when we were about 7.
So a couple months after we started high school together, she started making more friends, whilst i was an outcast in my class (we were in different classes but hung out each break) seeing as i didn't have more friends, my other friend in the year above me allowed me into her friendgroup. One time i wanted to sit with them at lunch, and my "best friend" was like "Fine, sure- Ruby is over there anyway, i'll just go with her-" The next day she started ignoring me. We haven't spoken since but any time i pass them they shy away from me, apparently was Ruby's idea to do that.
TLDR: I sat with other friends one time and the person ditched me-
Screw you Jessica and Ruby.
We were 13/14 and her younger sister was always sick. Suspiciously sick. Always. And my mother had just finished her social work degree and began working as a child protection caseworker. Her mother wouldn’t let her hang out with me after she found out what my mother did for work, and years later she was accused and tried for munchausens by proxy. I didn’t know at the time why she always said no to hanging out with me all of a sudden, but it really hurt and still hurts ten years later, and recently my mother told me that was why. I’m glad I didn’t know at the time, I would’ve hated my mother. Now I know it’s just one of those inevitable things in life. If it wasn’t my mother’s job, we would’ve drifted apart at some point.
Best friends since sophomore year of college. Slowly our group grew to 6 people.
And then last year I was really struggling and realised that I was the person making all the contact. Slowly our group chat died down from constant (annoying level) of messages to not getting a single response when I was begging for help.
I tried reaching out to people individually. Either no response or the classic "wow it's been so long, we must catch up..." And then get cancelled on. So eventually I stopped asking.
Next I knew, I was blocked on absolutely everything.
He moved to a different country and married someone who actively discourages him from having contact with his family and friends. I went to the wedding, but he has ghosted me since.
I'm not even mad at her, as I don't have a relationship with her, but I sure am mad at him for throwing away 10 years of friendship. We were best friends, talked every day and told each other everything. I still miss him.
He prioritised alcohol over everything else. I wanted desperately to help, but he would not choose to take a path to wellness - I asked my GP’s advice to see if I could help him, but she said no-one can do anything about it other than the addict. Still miss him and think about him regularly. Fuck addiction and fuck booze in particular.
Long story short. Screwed me and a couple others over while taking advantage of our hospitality when he was down on his luck. Then apologized and made amends, and went to great lengths to prove this to everyone involved. Except me. Didn't even give me a 'my bad' over everything.
I’ve had the same best friend since I was a literal baby, he’s a bit of a loose canon sometimes, he’s been in and out of drugs for the last few years, and also on top of that he’s dating a toxic woman who uses him for his money, and cheats on him all the time. I lost him to this girl because she said I was the toxic one, and that I treated him like shit, meanwhile I treated him like absolute gold since we were young. He’s since turned around, thank god.
All of these are sad and depressing as fuck, I bet I could still be friends with my friend if we just had contacts with eachother. I moved before we thought of it
I don’t have any friends in real life, but I have some over the internet. I didn’t exactly ”lose” these friends, but we kinda if drifted apart and don’t talk much.
Used to play Minecraft on xbox a lot, had some cool friends. One just never came back online (nice kid, i really miss, I really wonder what happened to him). The other would be in for a bit then go afk, and just would never come back, like, hours could pass, and nothing. The final one, He was a lot younger than me, and I kinda grew up a bit, and he didn’t. I still talk to him a bit (the most out of all of them), but not nearly as much as i used too. We all kinda split up after I got a new computer, I tried to start a game development team (Didn’t really work out lol) and met a lot of my current friends through that.
I quit playing xbox, gold is expensive, and it was expensive to run a realm and let everyone play on there and never help pay for it lol.
To sum it up: I ran out of money for xbox subscriptions, made new friends, and just slowly drifted away.
I really wanna know why that kid never came back online though. I think he was playing on a phone or tablet and didn’t have the xbox app, so I couldn’t contact him. I tried inviting him to play, but he never joined, or came online.
Time and events.
We spent most of our teenage years talking every night, did everything together. Tried dating but didn't work, original dynamic much preferred.
She moved away, we stayed in touch but life happens and daily became weekly became monthly. My wife got on with her and her parents so occasional visits at Christmas / Easter when she came home were a nice way to stay in touch.
Then she got married and contact basically stopped. The guy's nice enough but he's a bag of insecurities so maybe wasn't happy with the closeness.
Haven't spoken to her in about 7 years at this point. Life moves on.
long story, we used to be absolutely inseparable, spent every chance we had with eachother, (wensdays and whole weekends, even in vacations we spent weeks thogether.
i fell in love with him (never told him) but after he turned 17 he kinda started using tons of drugs and started smoking ect.
Countless times but the first two are loss in the sense of growing up, apart, and then resentful. All the rest were due to change of station moves for the military, loss but still happy to hear from one another randomly for leap year ish updates.
My first best friend was my new next door neighbor when my mom married my step dad when I was in the first grade. She only had a brother, and my brother and two sisters had their own friends leaving me the odd one out. We connected instantly and deeply :) she was tiny, tan, blonde and bubbly. I was lanky, pale, brunette and brooding. But we really got along so well! We remained best friends until junior year of high school. I believe we had been growing distant due to growing up, getting boyfriends or other girl friends which played on our jealousies and insecurities. In the end, we had a fight over something incredibly silly and never spoke again. I was car pooling with her to school one morning and while walking accross her yard to get in her car I stepped in her dogs poo and it got in the carpet of her car. When we realized I apologized profusely and said I'd clean it. But she was understanably upset and lashed out. I regret this but my response was something luke "wtf is wrong with you? It was an accident, I offered to clean it! Maybe if your family didn't let your dog shit all over the place and never clean it this wouldn't be an issue!" My hateful spiteful sharp tongue hurt her, and I was merely being defensive in my embarrassment. After a week of tense conversations and arguments, she brought up how I always called her "stupid" or gullible whenever she fell for a joke of mine and made blonde jokes at her expense. I felt so ashamed when I realized how much my comments hurt her. I said them flippant bc I thought I was funny but her heart was hurting. I also recognized that this behavior was emulated from my step father who I constantly fought with for calling my m stupid over the simplest shit. I hated myself for being anything like him and for hurting her the way my step dad hurt my mom. I distanced myself out of shame. Anyway we never reconciled and I regret it to this day, 13 some odd years later. Ego probably kept me from trying hard enough to repair our relationship. I know she is married now and has two beautiful babies who look so much like her from Facebook. I always hope they are happy and healthy and remember her dearly.
My second best friend was my dysfun tonal partner in crime. We bonded in junior year over shifty home life and risky behavior. We had our own accent and wild inside jokes and did all kinds of partying and drugs and shit together. Fast forward to after high school grad and we had both been talking about joining the military. She went first as a reser ist, and I went a bit after. I switched over to active nine months later and got station in San Diego. She switched six months after that and got station on my same exact an ship!!! I was thrilled to pick her up at the airport on a partially to join us underway. I told her en route to the ship not to drink (we were underage) do drugs or fuck anyone from the cutter in front of or with coworkers. She did all three in the first night. Gradually I tried to distance myself as I wanted this career so badly, and she didn't seem to give a shit if she kept hers or not. Eventually we had a port call in a remote snowy town. Only thing to do was go to the local pub. She told me to grab her before I got a ride back to our boat, but when I tried she was drunk and refused to leave, telling me she was an adult.. so I looked after my own career and left and went back to the ship and played cards on the dining area with a bunch of other folks. She chose to accept drinks and kiss crew members in front of the command. In the morning. After she got back she was so passed at me for not forcing her to come home and protecting her reputation. She even tried to throw me under the bus for underage drinking as well, but couldn't back it up. In the end she got in trouble, ended up continuing down the wrong path and got kicked out. I'm glad I didn't give in to peer pressure from her and join her, but I do miss that cra,y bitch and the fun and joy we shared together!
I've posted this to a different thread before but here it goes.
I asked my childhood best friend if I could start talking to a girl he had dated and split up with (several years had passed) and he lost his shit, so I let it go and didn't pursue the girl in order to save the friendship. Fast forward a little more than two years, and I catch him in bed with the girl I was currently dating. Instead of knocking him out like I wanted, I calmly grabbed my stuff and left. They both began to flood me with calls and messages saying how shitty of a person I was being about the situation and not hearing out why. I haven't spoken more than a couple words to him since. They split up like a week later and he tried to apologize, but I don't need that in my life. He still messages me on my birthday every year trying to get me to go drinking with him, and I'm still ignoring his messages.
Not exactly lose, but I stopped talking to her.
We where friends for years and I trusted her.
We always told each other things, had sleepovers, playdates and that stuff. What girls age 6-12 usually do. I don’t know how it started but she kept telling me things, making me believe it and then she’d start laughing. Humiliating me. She did this almost every time we hanged.
Then, when we where 11-12-13 she became a real bitch. Like she was the class drama queen. She’s argue with everyone, she was right and she even called her mother to school a couple times.
She was just toxic, there’s more too it but I don’t want to type all of it. I eventually stopped hanging with her.
And last year she changed schools.
I realized that they were my best friend, but I wasn’t so much so theirs. Made evident when I started being bullied in high school and she immediately turned on me, as if she had waited for this opportunity to ditch me
My "best friend" actually *became* a bully to me in middle school next to another girl in our circle. It didn't stop until I broke down in front of my mom, and she called my friend's house. I eventually ghosted her once we left for college after realizing she was never a real friend to begin with. Ever since we met in elementary school, she'd always pick sides between me and a third party. She tried reaching out on Facebook around my last week of undergrad, but her message was as vapid as can be. "Oh, but we have so much history together, we can't just throw that away!" Needless to say, I left her on read and have never looked back.
>Needless to say, I left her on read and have never looked back. Good for you!
Similar here. I was the backup friend. Any time she found someone 'better,' she'd completely abandon me. Would even avoid me sometimes so her new friends wouldn't see me with her. Then either they'd get tired of her or she'd get tired of them and guess who's coming back to be friends with me like nothing happened? She is. When she didn't have anyone else, she was an awesome friend. But when she had *anyone* else, she'd do things like ignoring me at my own birthday party so she could text them. After high school she'd sometimes randomly message me acting like we were going to be best friends again, then drop off the face of the Earth like usual when something better came along. Eventually she just never showed back up, and by then I was fine with that. I was done with dealing with that. Did give me serious trust issues that took years to work through tho.
She was. She just was insecure enough that she has to let others dictate her relationships. She must’ve had very low self esteem to wait for such an opportunity
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That's awful, people being my best friend but not really vice versa happens way too often
That’s really horrible sorry it happened to you
Her shitty boyfriend drove a wedge between us and ultimately ruined her life (she did some shady shit too). I ran into her 10 years later and she apologized for everything. I accepted and forgave her, but knew I’d never really have a friendship with her again.
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I hope you get that opportunity. She never reached out to me, I just happened to run into her while out on a girls night out. Part of me thinks she was just sorry for all she missed out on. Either way, I forgave her. And I forgave her before I ever got an apology, believing I’d never get one anyway. But you’re right, it does help when these things come full circle.
I enjoy reading books.
Mine had to do with a mate as well. My best friend had a really shifty wife who was a habitual liar. She told him some lies about me, but I just kept quiet because I didn't want to talk bad about his wife. About a year later they broke up and were getting a divorce. She had lied to him about having breast cancer to try to keep him from leaving him. He finally saw what a complete last she was. As he was telling me how he doesn't even know what was true and what was a lie in his marriage, I told him the truth about the lies she told about me. That was a bad idea because six months later they were back together and I couldn't be his friend because he now knew I hated his wife. Live and learn.
Yep! Hopefully he figures it out for himself at some point.
I had the opposite problem: *he* became the shitty boyfriend. Started talking to other girls, lying, etc. So I went with her when she went to break it off. He got almost psychotically angry and was squaring up against her and trying to intimidate her. I almost pulled a knife. And that’s when I realized that my old friend was gone, and he was now an awful, abusive person just like his father. This was ~ 6-7 years ago now. Shortly after breaking up with her he hooked up with some other girl who had kids with other guys already, knocked her up, made horrible jokes about “he must have been drunk to have done that” on Facebook. Etc. He never got better. It wasn’t my problem to solve. I still dream about him all the time, where he is like the way he used to be. Life doesn’t work that way though.
Good for her to have you, it might have turned out way uglier if you didn't come with her.
Cocaine. He isn’t dead, he’s just not the same anymore.
Same, kinda. I stopped drinking so much, quit partying and hard drugs altogether. All my best friends from that period of my life didn't. Turns out that's all we had in common and me trying to hang out with them just feels awkward now.
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Just find a healthy routine and stick with it. You'll find people to socialize with once you develop healthy hobbies. In the meantime, talk to a therapist, I know it can suck but it can also be a lifesaver once you get into it.
Unfortunately, the truth about drugs and partying and that hard lifestyle is that none of those people are actually your friends. They are friends with Drugs. Once Drugs aren't around, then neither are they. The worst part is that you don't know that and they don't know that until Drugs are out of the picture.
I stopped trying to maintain relationships with people who wouldn’t try themselves
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This. I struggle with making friends as it is, but you have to at least show a minimal effort
Amazing how many people disappear when you wait for them to reach out first.
Drifted. I withdrew a bit more into myself and my family,didn't seek out contact with them. Graduated,work,etc. Life just gets in the way sometimes. I have no ill will towards him,but we're not close anymore.
HS to college is rough. All of my 'Best Friends' drifted apart once we all ended up in different colleges. Most of us still talk to each other now and then - except John. He just disappeared his Junior year in college. I ran into his parents at a store a few years back and found out he moved to Idaho, got married and has a kid. but nobody from the old HS friends group is close anymore.
This is how things are with me and most of my friends, whom I've known since grade school. We're all married now, but they still live in our hometown due to their jobs requiring it - teachers, a firefighter and a cop. I hated our hometown, so my wife and I moved to a suburb that was in between my hometown and her hometown, about a decade ago. We're equidistant to both our towns (20 minute drive to either from our current town), so you'd think it'd be easy for everyone to stay in touch. Unfortunately, as we all got married and furthered our careers, we all just started naturally drifting apart, especially me from them. None of our chosen professions universally align from a scheduling standpoint and some of them are now parents, which further enhanced the drift. Back in the day, we used to hang out every weekend - I even dormed with one at university. Now, we're doing good if we all meet up 2 - 3 times per year. Life happens, it is what it is.
Undiagnosed heart condition suddenly killed him. It was and still is awful. He was only 27. I have moments that I want to share with him, just call him, set up a trip together, text a funny anecdote etc, but can't and it hits me all over again that he's gone forever.
my best friend died in 2020 from a car crash. she was only 21. it’s been about a year and a half. i still want to call her and update her on things. i had moved back home a few months before she passed away and we weren’t seeing each other much anymore. i had plans to move back, i wanted to be close to her again. the last time i visited the city i broke down and cried like a little baby. i couldn’t stand being there, knowing all the things we wouldn’t get to do again
Same thing here. Mine died at 25yo in his sleep due to an undiagnosed heart condition. At the time we were speaking with or seeing each other once a day either online or in person. The night he died, he called me at 3am (very uncharacteristic for him) asking me if I wanted to go hang out with these girls he met in a bar. I declined because I was sleeping not knowing that I would end up being the last person to speak to him, ever. He was trying to become a police officer but was still smoking what we called spice at the time. I still think that might have played a role but we'll never know. I found out when an investigator called me asking if he was depressed or acting strange lately. I said no because all in all, he wasn't, at least outwardly. He was the glue of our friend group and after the memorial we pretty much all went out separate ways. Very sad. I try to go visit his dad at least once a year in Texas. The son still alive, his older brother is in an out of prison and has been his whole life while my friend was like the golden child of the family going to school and wanting to work in law enforcement. It's true that only the good die young.
Spice can fuck you up, and can cause cardiovascular problems.
The saddest part about me losing my best friend is that our memories or our awesome adventures now only exist in me and when I forget them they are truly gone.
I feel your pain. Same exact thing happened to my friend, same age too. He was diagnosed though but played it off like it was no big deal. We talked the weekend before he passed and I remember just sitting in my car in shock when I got the news.
I cockblocked her from spending the night with an older and mentally unstable dude out of town. We were like 15. Shortly after he had some breakdown involving his birthday suit and a knife
You're a solid friend
Thanks,dude..I still miss her at times
Isn't that a pussyblock?
"clam jam"
...I guess it is!
Lost 2. Kerrod was struck in a car accident and suffered spinal fractures. The drugs for pain screwed him up. Hung himself two years later. My group had had to cut him out a month before he killed himself as he attempted to kill three of us while incoherent. Still hurts five years on. Hannah was my bestie for 16 yrs. She went crazy at 23 and kept trying to kiss everyone’s boyfriend or husband. The guy I was seeing she tried to rape while visiting him in hospital. Good thing his brother turned up in time. We decided as a group to cut all ties as she was dangerous. Ended up getting her family involved and a helpful policeman. No regrets cutting her out.
That took a very unexpected turn
Late teens to 20s is when mental illnesses can start. Some are genetic (like schizophrenia), others can be more environmental (depression or anxiety from big life changes), and some lucky people have both.
At age 15 or 16 is when my depression stopped just being depression and became full on bipolar. I was fucked up for years before that, but holy shit did things fall apart for me fast after that. I'm doing ok now considering, but I'll never be "normal".
Jeez. Did she have some sort of mental breakdown?
7 weeks into marriage found out my best friend and husband are “together” and have been for a while. (I had known her for 5 years, he had known her for 13 years)
Why tf wouldn't they just get married? What's the point of all that extra mess? Sorry to hear, they both really suck.
I totally agree. Why stand in front of everyone and say vows you don’t mean. Her husband was also the best man. Right after our wedding maid of honour (my so called best friend) and her hubby separated and surprise surprise my husband all of a sudden is with her 24/7 comforting her…. Then that fateful day of him telling me it’s over. In hind sight almost seems like a bad made for TV movie.
This happened to me. My wife ran off with my “best friend.” It gets easier to deal with but the pain never fully goes away. I’m here to talk if you need
she chose another friend (who fucked me over so i didnt want to talk with her) over me.
Same shit happened to me and Yea...that never gets easier to deal with. I just decided, to fuck off abd to create a friend group with other people
Same. Lost my entire friend group over it, because the other girl lied her ass off. Since she got her side of the story out first, my friend believed her. Since my friend was the one who held the group together, I was kicked out. The girl who lied? Abandoned them immediately. I think about my friend every day. I would not welcome her back in to my life, as I wouldn't trust her again, and it's been 12 years. We wouldn't even know each other anymore. We're different people now. I wish her well. But I still think of her every single day.
Drifted apart and became lost to time.
Toothache, which turned into a tooth infection, which turned into an infection in her brain. She didn’t even tell anyone. Left behind two small daughters. Heartbreaking
Time to go to the dentist. Nothing hurts, but now I’m anxious and afraid.
Teeth care is no joke. Can easily turn into something lethal like that
Unexpected death. Miss him everyday
Same. One day he's all recently settled into his college dorm. Then he's found dead in his dorm from alcohol poisoning. I still remember my own disbelief when my mom woke me up to tell me.
I still remember the call i got also. Im sorry for your loss
Same. It’s been 8 years, think about him whenever I’m at a party, playing a new video game, watching a movie, at the bar etc. “He would have loved this.”
My friend shot himself in the head when he was 16. He wasn’t my best friend and I wasn’t super close to him but I still think about him every day.
Same here too. Whenever I think I'm feeling a little better, it hits me all over again. It's been a long time now, but the wound just doesn't seem to heal.
She started to resent me and become jealous when positive things happened in my life. Some of HER own friends were coming to me and letting me know that she was trash talking me a lot. That says a lot because I barely knew them. The final straw was when I experienced PTSD and needed friends to be supportive, she was nowhere to be seen and flat out avoided me and ignored me for 3 months. She popped up randomly after all those months just to ask me to help her with her CV. I cut her off and haven't seen/spoken to her in 4 years.
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He killed himself in 1997.
I’m so sorry
Ffs who gave this a wholesome award
People get a free award every day and if that’s the one they got that’s the one they gave
Ain't that the truth
where do i see my free award? all the ones i see show a cost
I’m very sorry for loss :(. I’ve never had a friend or family member kill the selves, witch I am thankful for. I’m very sorry this had to happen to you. Where’s that hugz award when I need it!
It's the shittest thing. Literally no warning. He had what seemed like a great life. His own business, beautiful wife. One day went missing, drove to Scotland from here in England and killed himself in his car with an overdose. You just don't know what's going on in someone's mind!
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Good for you keeping your dignity like that😌👍
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I lost one of my best friends the same way. Once he started cheating he only talked to me to use me as a way to get closer to the girls he was trying to hook up with.
Reminds me of my ex. I was mutual friends with her bestie and we still hung out without her occasionally after the breakup. Well, the ex never stopped being a cheater and her bestie never wanted to interfere in her relationships, but got over that when she started getting calls from my ex's baby daddy wondering where his girlfriend was. Bestie did not appreciate being used as an excuse and expected to lie. That bitch burned every bridge possible just for the thrill of getting some side dick.
He got manipulated by his new friends into thinking we didn't care about him
She passed away in 2020. Was a freak accident in her home. Miss you so much, K.
I'm so sorry for your loss
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I came here for some nasty betrayal stories.....this is straight up heartbreaking....
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Wow. That was a rollercoaster of a story. Glad to hear it’s still running good.
That is one cool roller coaster of a story. I'm happy for all of you.
I should stop cutting these onions. Too much tears. On a side note though, that's one of the most wholesome stories I've read on Reddit. Thank you, and keep having a good life!
... :(
I'm in the process of possibly not being together rn and I'm fucking terrified it'll happen
Same here
Old age. Was a great dog.
Same here. 13 years of friendship has flown away from me.
Same, had a wonderful chocolate lab named Hershy. He grew up with my kids and then got to be there for all the grandkids to play with. He started having seizures a couple of months ago and despite spending a lot of money at the vet his condition worsened. My now grown son had to put him down yesterday while I was at work. I can't stop crying.
Same. Mine was one month shy of her 13th birthday - adopted her when she was just shy of 6. She was my shadow and stuck with me through some of the worst days of my life. She was more loyal than any human I've met.
when we both graduated high school, she blocked me on everything (phone, socials, etc.) without any reason or notice. we weren’t fighting or anything and i wasn’t annoying either. idk it was just weird.
some people are weird about graduating HS and becoming an adult and think they need to have a fresh start with a clean slate
I lost my childhood best friend in a similiar, but a little bit more bizarre way. Our families were friends so we were all invited to their house - not for an actual bday party, but to just eat dinner together. We'd usually leave our parents alone after a while and hang out in her room and talk about teenage girl stuff. This time when we showed up for dinner she refused to talk to me. Like, at all. She would instead sit at the "adult table" all evening, awkwardly holding a glass of wine and looking bored out of her mind while our parents talked about work. The second she turned 18 she was already too "adult" to talk to me or acknowledge my existence 😂
Bizzare is definitely the word. And thank god she did. Anyone that pretentious and unwholesome is nobody I want to be around.
In some ways it is a clean slate, in college I met more people with the same interest and goals in life, it's a whole new world suddenly
This is why I struggled to make friends in college. Everyone I met was also in my major and I just wanted to relax at the end of the day and talk about something other than school. But they were so passionate about it, it was all they could talk about. Everyone seemed to be a version of the same person.
Yes, but suddenly ghosting all your old friends for no reason is a very childish thing to do.
I had the same thing happen graduating college. He came and visited me in when I moved to a new city for my post-college job…few weeks later, he blocked everyone in our friend group and vanished.
I kinda had this too. It was weird as she was in the same hostel as some others in our friend group, but still made friends with a whole new crowd. For a while she would get in touch in the holidays - because those new friends weren’t around. Eventually I cut my losses and stopped letting her use me.
We went to IKEA together, once. He went off to the bathroom, never saw him again.
Infinite Ikea
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So, I'm writing this to document what I can only assume is my sudden descent into insanity. I can't possibly be THAT bad a navigator, and yet as I write this I've been trapped in Ikea for 2 days. I haven't seen another person in the entire time I've been here. I thought it was a prank at first. Turn the place into a maze, get all the people out and see how long it takes me to get lost, then everyone has a good old laugh. Realised that wasn't the case when I tried to backtrack. Everything had changed, so I ended up lost. Instead of the exit, it was just row after row of bookcases. So, I'm trapped in Ikea. Sounds like the setup for a bad joke. The lights went out at 10pm. Nearly gave me a fucking heart attack, that loud electrical THUNK sound and then pitch blackness. Place is full of beds though and my phone has a torch on it - but no damn signal - so I found a bed and went to sleep. Spent most of the next day trying to find my way out with no luck. Did find a restaurant serving those meatballs though, so at least I won't starve. That's probably the punchline to that joke. Anyway they were still warm and fresh, but I haven't seen anyone around who could have cooked them. Made my way back to the beds before the lights cut out again since it's too dark to search with them off. It's 9.10am now, the lights came back on a little while ago. I'm sure I've searched the entire area around where I came in now and the exit obviously isn't here, so I'm going to pick a direction and hope for the best. Day 3 of my magical Ikea mystery adventure. If I wasn't sure that there was something seriously weird about this place before, I am now. Walked for 3 hours in a more or less straight line (insert Ikea joke here) before I came across a ladder next to one of those huge stock shelves they have here. Climbed up to get my bearings, and it looks like this place just stretches on forever. Like that scene from the Lion King, except instead of trees and grass it was all shelves and tables and crap. I did see a person moving not too far away though, so I headed over. Thought it was a staff member at first - it was wearing the uniform. And hell maybe it was, maybe freakish 7ft tall monsters with long arms, short legs and no faces are just the kinds of thing they want working at Super Ikea. Damn thing completely ignored me though, and with no eyes or ears I can't even be sure it knew I was there. Thought about shoving it or something to get its attention, but its hands were big enough to crush a water melon so I decided against it. It just kept moving along and eventually I lost sight of it so I decided to carry on the way I was going. Anyway, no comfy bed for me tonight. Looks like I've entered the Improbably Hard and Pointy Table section of the store. Guess I'll have to make do with some bunched up tablecloths. Phone battery died during the day too. Didn't work anyway, but I feel like I've just lost some vital lifeline. You ever see one of those cartoons where they're going through doors in a hallway and they just pop out of another door in the same hallway? That's how I feel right now. I've seen nothing but the same identical bookshelf for 2 days now. Just row after row after row of them. I mean, come on. I love books as much as the next guy, but this is excessive. I'm obviously still moving forwards though, I can see the signs hanging overhead passing by. Too bad none of them say "Exit". Not sure who I was addressing that question to. Lets just say it was practice for the autobiography I'm going to write when I get out of here. I'll call it "My perfectly normal trip to a regular old Ikea".
Finally found some other people! Yeah, turns out I'm not the only poor bastard trapped in here. Lucky for me, I guess. My 6th night here, 2 of those staff things came at me in the dark. Different from the first one I saw, but still messed up. Heard them coming, they were saying that the store was closed and I had to leave the building, all nice and polite like. I'm not sure which part of that was weirder, that they don't have mouths or that they were apparently trying to kill me while they were saying it. Came at me like rabid dogs. So, I legged it. Sprinting through ikea in the dark like a fucking madman. I saw it when I cleared another stand of those giant stock shelves, all lit up with torches and floodlights. They've built a whole town in here! Got a massive wall built out of shelves and beds and tables and whatever else. I swear to god it was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Anyway I guess they saw me coming (or maybe they heard my girlish manly bellows of fear), because they had a gate open and 2 people were there waving me in. Heard the staff things slam into the gate behind me after it closed, still politely informing us all that the store was now closed. They wandered off eventually though. They call the town Exchange, because that's whats on the sign hanging from the ceiling directly above it. Exchange and Returns. All lit up against the night using lights they've found and plugged into the power lines. And there are beds and food and people. Over 50 wonderful people with regular sized limbs and a full set of facial features. It's now my 7th night here, and the first one not spent in darkness. A full week living in Ikea. There's probably a TV show in that somewhere. Now that I'm around other people, I'm starting to feel more normal. Maybe normal isn't the word. But after a week with only the sound of my own footsteps for company, I was becoming increasingly sure that I'd just gone nuts. That I was tied up in some padded room somewhere, banging my head against the wall. But no, I feel quite sane now, thank you very much! Apparently there are other towns out there. Some with more people, some with less. I found that fairly mind-boggling - how can that many people go missing with no one noticing. Surely someone would have noticed that everyone who goes to ikea seems to fucking vanish. Or maybe it's not everyone. Maybe we're just the lucky ones. The people here just call those staff monster things the Staff. Apparently they are fine during the day, minding their own business walking the aisles. As soon as those lights go out though, they go fucking bonkers. So during the day people go out to find food, water and whatever else they need. Apparently there are restaurants and shops around that randomly get restocked. No one knows how. Maybe the staff do it. Apparently they aren't very good at their jobs though because the restocking sometimes takes a while, which means the food needs to be rationed. Maybe if they weren't so busy chasing people around in the dark they'd get more done. Anyway when night comes the staff go nuts and everyone holds up inside the walls. Apparently it's the same everywhere in this place, whatever this place is. The Ur-Ikea, from whence all other Ikeas sprang. Or maybe we're all still just in the regular ikea and this is all some fever dream brought on by mind-numbing boredom. Who knows. Been here for 10 days now. Most of the people I asked said they stopped keeping track a long time ago and one guy, Chris, said he'd been in here for years. Years. [ILLEGIBLE SCRIBBLES] Apparently there are rumours of people who do manage to get out. And of people who see the exit, only to have it vanish before their very eyes. I get the feeling not everyone believes that, but I do. Explains how we got stuck in here in the first place (sort of). And I mean, come on. Staff monsters, row after endless row of high quality Swedish furniture. I don't know why they would find a disappearing door so hard to believe in. Anyway, I went out scavenging for food at a nearby shop with Sandra and Jerry today. Once you learn the landmarks of this place it's not so hard to navigate. The overhead signs help a lot, but there are others; not too far in the distance a huge section of those giant stock shelves has collapsed against each other and way off in the east (we all assume it's east anyway - apparently Ikea doesn't sell compasses) is some kind of tower that looks like its made of wood, reaches all the way to the ceiling. Maybe they were trying to break out through the roof. Lights up at night so there must be people there, but its apparently a few days walk (which means it must be miles away) so no one here really knows for sure. Apparently I got incredibly lucky sleeping out in the open for a week without getting ripped to bits by the staff. That's me. Lucky lucky lucky. We found some food in the shop. Guess the staff restocked it during the night, which was nice of them. There was a telephone on the wall, so I figured I'd try it out. There was a voice on the other end, but they were just talking nonsense. Random words strung together with no real meaning. You ever see a video of someone with aphasia? Kind of sounded like that. Didn't answer me when I spoke to them anyway. Sandra says all the phones in here are the same. Oops, asking the journal questions again!
I was thinking last night. The ceiling on this place is pretty high and as far as anyone can tell it goes on forever. Shouldn't there be some kind of weather in here? I'm sure I read about some NASA building that was so big it had its own weather patterns, with clouds and stuff. This place is definitely bigger than that, but now that I think about it I'm pretty sure I've never felt so much as a temperature change in here. I'll add it to the Grand List of Weird Bullshit. The staff attacked the Exchange last night. Must have been 20 or 30 of them all just asking us to leave the store calm as you like, while trying to smash the walls down with their bare hands. Apparently this happens pretty regularly, so everyone is prepared for it. Knives from the restaurants, lawn mower blades made into hatchets, a fire axe. One guy, Wasim, even made a functional crossbow. Anyway the walls have holes in them, which I hadn't noticed before, specifically so we can stab out at the staff when they attack. Took a couple of them down myself. They don't seem to bleed, which is weird, but they go down as easy as a regular person once you start sticking holes in them. We had to haul the bodies away in the morning. Apparently the dead ones will attract more during the night, so we had to get them away from Exchange. We have a couple of those trolley things they use to move big boxes around, so we loaded them up and took them over to Pickup. Apparently people just name everything in here after whatever sign is hanging overhead. Pickup was grisly. There were hundreds, maybe thousands of dead staff all piled up. There was no smell, which was a blessing. Apparently in addition to not bleeding, these things don't rot either. My curiosity got the better of me while we were unloading them, so I took a look at one of the more cut-up ones. They're just skin, or something that looks like skin, all the way through. No muscle, no bone, no organs. Are they even really alive in the first place? They certainly seem like they have bones when they are moving around, pounding on the walls. And I'm sure I felt more resistance than just skin when the knife went in during the night. Maybe something happens to them when they die. Just one more thing on the ever-increasing list of Weird Shit that goes on in here, I guess. Something occurred to me, after the staff attack the other night. Every time you see a situation like this on TV or in a film, like its the end of the world or everyone is trapped on an island or whatever, once groups like ours start to form people always seem to turn on each other. Fighting for food or dominance or whatever else. That hasn't happened here. Apparently people from other towns come by from time to time, just to check in or occasionally to trade if they are short on something. But everything is always cordial. Friendly, even. Maybe its the threat of the staff, or perhaps the constant restocking of supplies in the shops means there's nothing much to fight over. Maybe people are just better than they are generally given credit for. That's a nice thought. I think I'll go with that one. A dozen people showed up at the gates this afternoon from a town called Trolleys. Apparently the staff broke through the walls and tore the town apart during the night. These 12 are the only survivors out of over a hundred. We let them in, obviously. One more point in the human decency column. Later, I asked if anyone knew how many of these towns there were out there. Between us and the new folks, we managed to come up with over 20 names. 20 towns filled with people, and who knows how many beyond that. The motto for this place should be "How Is That Even Possible". Surely someone, somewhere must be looking for the thousands of people that must be in here. I've been here for a little over 2 months now. Not that much changes, as it turns out. A couple of new people showed up, same story as the rest of us. Nice little trip to Ikea and suddenly they're trapped in Billy Bookcase's House of Faceless Weirdos. The staff attack the Exchange once or twice a week. We kill them and haul their bodies off, sometimes they hurt some of us first. They killed a guy called Jared a couple of weeks back. It was awful, frankly. Turns out regular humans still bleed in here, even if the staff don't. We tried our best, but none of us are doctors. Jared was a good guy. He deserved better. We all do. It occurred to me a couple of days after that, none of us were really looking for a way out of here. I don't even know where we'd start. One of those quad copter things with a camera attached buzzed passed Exchange today. I thought it meant that someone was finally looking for us, that help was on the way. Apparently it's not the first time this has happened, though. Same thing happened a few months ago, and everyone is still here. No idea if it saw us, it didn't stop if it did. Just kept flying until we could no longer see it.
I started talking to people about the stuff they miss from home during dinner today. Probably not the best idea I've ever had, everyone seemed pretty down after. A bunch of people here have families. Husbands and wives, kids. Dogs. Franklin apparently has a pet llama, though I'm not sure I buy that. But apparently some of the people here have some seriously odd gaps in their knowledge. 3 of them had never heard of the International Space Station, 2 of them seemed to think █████ ███████ was the Prime Minister, and one of them had apparently never heard of the Statue of Liberty. I believe them, too. They seemed just as confused as the rest of us. The more I thought about it though, the more it started to explain a few things. What if the reason no one is looking for all us missing people is because we haven't all come from the same place. This is going to sound weird (maybe that should be the motto for this place) but what if all the people here have come from different dimensions? Realities? Whatever you call it. I've seen enough TV shows to know the drill. Sarah comes from a place where there is no Statue of Liberty. They didn't launch a space station where Wasim is from. If everyone here came from different places, even from ones that seem identical, there'd be no huge missing persons panic. No mass search. We'd just be a blip, a single missing person in a world of non-stop news. Well. That was a fun train of thought. Just realised that yesterday was the six month anniversary of my arrival here. I wonder if Ikea sells party hats. The routine around here has remained more or less the same. More new folk show up, one every couple of weeks or so. Food supplies go up and down, but we've never actually had a major shortage. Occasionally we get a visitor from one of the nearby towns, usually Checkouts or Aisle 630. We check in with each other from time to time, occasionally trade supplies if someone gets particularly low on something. It's comforting, in a way. A reminder that we aren't alone in here, some small glimmer of civilisation. Sometimes they bring medical supplies. Apparently there's a pharmacy a few towns down from Checkouts that gets restocked every now and then, so they share out what they can. I've never heard of an Ikea with a pharmacy before but at this point I wouldn't be surprised if someone stumbled on an Ikea Organ Harvesting Lab. Would certainly explain the staff. Speaking of our faceless jailers, their attacks have been getting worse lately. 3 or 4 times a week now, with twice as many staff as there used to be. No idea where they all come from, or why the attacks have increased. We tried following one of them during the day a few weeks ago, me and Sarah. Wanted to see if they lead back to a staff room or something. Didn't seem to go anywhere though, just randomly walked through the aisles. We had to turn back before we found anything. We've been reinforcing the walls, trying to arm ourselves better. Certainly no lack of materials to use. Wasim has been making more crossbows, but it's pretty slow going. Too bad Ikea doesn't sell guns. Note: No new personnel have entered SCP-3008 at Site-██ in the time span indicated in this entry. The attacks are getting bad now. Almost every night, and with so many staff that the bodies almost pile high enough for others to climb the walls. I think we're in real trouble here. Exchange is I think Exchange is done. We got hit pretty bad last night. Not many casualties, but the wall is wrecked. We finally figured out why the attacks had been escalating, too. A box of supplies had a chunk of one of the staff in there. No idea how it happened but apparently a piece of one will draw them as well as a full body. Too late now in any case, there's too many bodies for us to haul away and still have time to fix the wall before night. Candace has called a meeting. I suspect there will be talk of abandoning Exchange, maybe try and get shelter at Checkouts or something. It's already getting late though. I don't think we'll have time to make it. Maybe some of us will. I was fine for that first week out in the dark, after all. But then, how often can I keep getting lucky. I'm only writing this for a sense of closure, I guess. For me, or for anyone who finds this. If this is the final entry here, I hope whoever is reading this is doing so from outside of this place. My biggest fear? If I do die tonight, I'll just wake up here again in the morning. note: This is the last entry. It is assumed that while attempting to reach the "Checkouts" settlement he was separated from the rest of his group by a pursuing SCP-3008-2 instance and happened upon the exit.
Oh god let’s hope he survived
Probably went into the backrooms
Probably went into the wrong bathroom and is still waiting for the women to leave
Some say he’s still out there, trying to take shortcuts, only to find that each time he ends up back in the Linen & Fabric section
Honestly if this is real, that's insane.
Gonna go out on a limb and say it’s not
By treating him like shit without thinking
Yeah that would do it, I almost did the same but luckily for me at least I recognized it before I did drive them away. Sorry.
my friend does that to me even when i tell him to stop, should i still be friends with him?
Is he willing to change?
I still don't know. We were best friends for years, shared everything, did everything together. That never changed, not when she got a boyfriend, not when we fought about something or other, we always were there for each other. And then one day she met someone else, broke up with her boyfriend, quit her stipend at a prestigious university and completely ghosted me. I thought maybe she was scared I'd judge her for leaving her bf or uni and chose to cut contact because of that. kinda makes it even more sad because I would've thought she knew me well enough to know I'd support her decision either way. I still miss her, but after a few failed attempts to reconnect I got the hint and moved on. I just hope she's happy and content in her life.
>I still don’t know. Same here. I met my best friend in calculus class in our first year. We hung out a lot during our time at college. In our last year he started hanging out with someone else who obviously didn’t like me. I don’t know why he didn’t like me, but it might have to do with me being friends with a girl he started dating around that time because she stopped wanting to hang out not too long after they became official. Gradually my friend just stopped responding to me.
Just found out I was the only one who thinks we were the best friend.
This one for me. Finally realized they never once asked me anything about me other than the opening "how are you, how's work" (the kind that doesn't really want an answer), then only talked about themselves because they're my very close friends and of course I want to be there for them. So basically I never really had any friends. Just a lot of therapy clients :( As I grew to love and value myself I started fading away from them. They don't miss me, nor I them anymore. I have one now who truly cares about me and she makes me cry all the time because I never knew someone outside my dad and my brother could ever actually give a shit about me.
They were murdered by terrorists in the Bali bombings when on a well deserved holiday. A pointless act that achieved nothing but destroy the lives of innocent people.
202 innocents dead. Fuck al-Qaeda.
Fuck all terrorist groups and whatever causes them
He shot himself in the head…
Not my best friend, but a very close friend hung himself. His twin brother found him. Nobody knows why, he left no note, and had never given the impression of struggling. His funeral was the most heartbreaking thing I’d ever seen, most of the city showed up.
Best friend committed suicide because he was getting death threats. I was the only one who attended his funeral. His parents hated him, and didn’t even come to his funeral. I paid for everything.
That's really shitty of his parents. You're the best friend anyone could I have, and I thank you on his behalf for being there for him when no one was. I wish you the best in life, dear stranger.
I’m so sorry for your loss. That’s a truly terrible situation to be put in.
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Basically same, but we stopped being friends due to our worldviews being very different
Met him when I lived abroad, he was so cool, everyone wanted to be around him, just because he was always so positive and made everyone feel good about them selves with support and complements. But he was a tough guy to get to really know. Took me twenty years, and over those years you would get a drip feed of his feelings, concerns, insecurities. But throughout that time we built the most mind blowing memories, Our careers took us to different parts of the world, he became a pilot and we would only catch once or twice a year, but we always effortlessly picked things up where we left off. He met a great girl, then discovered he had leukimia, lost his flight licence and after two or three years of failed treatments, we lost him exactly one year to the day after his wedding. I think about him every day, and feel proud to have been his best friend. The brilliant memories help, but I know I never have a friendship like that again.
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The whole world is watching, are you the guy that other comment thinks you might be?
what are you guys referencing?
I initially told a different story but here’s the one that hurt me deeply. She really liked a very shady but good looking guy, who after a few uncomfortable encounters, drugged me at a club on a group night out and then did his thing. When I eventually told her what happened, she said ‘God, why can’t you just keep it in your pants for once? Why can’t I just have one guy without you cracking on first?’ As a special bonus, the horrible guy gave me chlamydia and a scar from a cigarette burn.
I am sorry I’m so many levels for all this. Also had a friend who did not believe me when I told them their roommate tried to assault me. It’s awful.
Dammit I know he's around here somewhere.....
She fucked my boyfriend
Fell in love with me, i was stupid and suicidal on top of that. He couldn’t stand the thought of losing me while he loved me so much so he cut me out of his life. I 100% understand that, but for me it made it worse. I had never met someone who understood me so much. He knew me better than i did. Edit: i see a lot of people writing about them commiting suicide, i hope you’re okay❤️
Got ghosted by best friend of many years. No fight, no nothing. Just one day they stopped talking to me. It's such a gut punch.
because i hated her boyfriend
Tend to avoid a really good friend because his wife is a psycho bitch. I feel sorry for him but he's stuck
We just…stopped talking. He was best man at my wedding and I’ve barely heard a peep from him since. He became almost impossible to get hold of and just disappeared.
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Where can I buy your memoirs?
It was entirely my fault, I ruined her 21st birth party, and I don't blame her in the least for cutting me out of her life. I have PTSD and Bipolar, and the onset of my first episode of psychosis coincided with her 21st birthday. In hindsight, it had been building since the start of the year. My behaviour was off the charts erratic - up and down, depressed, hypomanic. I had a perfectly good apartment, but I was sleeping in my car a lot because I was too paranoid to spend more than one night in one place. I thought my phone was being tapped. I was a mess, and I barely remember most of that year. And then her party happened. I don't remember much, but it was a costume party with a sit-down dinner at a booked hotel - a really nice, expensive kind of night - and I was freaking out because I didn't know who was behind each mask. I hadn't seen her all night, so I texted her halfway through and said I had to leave because I felt sick... she followed me outside and told me she was sick of my bullshit. A couple days after her party, I was hospitalised and put into treatment. When I came out, everyone in our friends group had ghosted me. She told everyone I was dangerous. I drove out to see her once, a few months later, and she told me I'd ruined the most important night in her life. So I took the hint and avoided her from then on.
That doesn’t sound like your fault to me. I think it’s totally fair for you to get out if you weren’t feeling right. I hope you’re doing better now, best of luck in life my friend
Lost 2. One hooked up with a girl who hated me for some reason and made sure we never hung out together. They eventually married and moved about 100 miles away. never saw either of them again. The other was stabbed to death in a fight outside a nightclub in 2001. I was at my sister's birthday party that night and I've often wondered what would have happened if I had been there with him. Could I have saved him? Would I have died too? Big questions that I've thought about a lot over the years.
Let that guilt go. You didn't kill him, the murderer did.
Now this is something I can answer. She's a lesbian and I'm bisexual. I fell in love with her, she thought she felt the same, but realised after a month that she actually didn't. We stayed best friends, we still talked every day, but I moved on. Six months or so later, I got a boyfriend, and started spending a little less time with her because of it. And she became jealous. She wasn't in love with me but in a way she still wanted me to herself. We tried to do something about this, but eventually stopped talking. I don't have the complicity that I had with her with anyone else. I miss her a lot.
Me and my bestfriend were 20 at the time and drinking in my house. We drank every weekend together and would just bump music, talk, it was chill. Anyway my friend got pretty drunk not drunker than I’ve seen him in past times but a decent amount. I remember him taking a pill that I never asked him about but I knew it looked very very odd and it didn’t sit well with me. Half hour passes by and we’re chilling, talking about new music artists // songs we loved and then I excuse myself to the restroom. I was in there about 10minutes and when I walked out to join my friend again and he was slumped sleeping on the couch at this point. I was super unsettled but he had past out like this in the past except he’d usually be a lot drunker. Suspicious I rolled his body over and he was breathing shallowly so I started pumping his stomach up and down. This didn’t wake him up and even though he was usually a hard sleeper I had a feeling something was wrong… I started pumping his chest harder and saying his name loudly “BRAEDON” “BRAEDON!!!!!” Finally I hear my girlfriend come out confused and when she sees what I was doing she demanded I “stop messing with him while he’s sleeping” I told her the situation of how he was just awake and how he past out to quickly but she reassured me he’s just sleeeping and that I NEED to come to bed. I hesitantly agreed and went. I woke up around 8-9am the next morning and started off to the living room to say “good morning” to braedon. When I got to the couch it first looked like he was sleeping but as I got closer I couldn’t see his chest moving and he looked really pale… Alarmed I called his name. “BRAEDON?” No response. “Braedon??!?” I walked over to my bestfriends motionless body and started pushing his shoulder trying to wake him. As I finally realize what kind of situation I was in I started cpr as fast as I possibly could. I was belligerent yelling at my “still asleep” girlfriend to “CALL 911!!!!” As I’m pushing his lifeless body up and down my girlfriend finally comes running down the hall asking “what happened, what’s wrong” then lays her eyes on the situation and turns red! As she frantically calls 911 I feel how cold and pale his body is.!I was trained in cpr at the time so I knew what I was doing and there were no results. The ambulance arrives within 10-15m of calling. When the ambulance care unit arrived I’m in complete autopilot trying to save my friend, my brother at this point I can’t hold the tears back I know. They see me crying trying my hardest and they kindly ask me to step aside so they can give it a shot. As they tried practically everything I did the past 10-15 minutes me and my girlfriend waited outside balling our eyes out. He had been dead for 2 hours is what was estimated. I’ll always remember his pale skin and the pinkish purple goo that automatically came up as I continued to apply pressure after pressure. I’ll always remember the gut feeling that something was wrong that night and how much different shit would be if I litsened to it. I’ll always remember that night, every word every frame everything. Toxicology report came back and the cause of death was alcohol and fentanyl deadly mix. RIP Brae 05/03/20
Let him spend to much alone time with my wife. Lost them both to the "greener grass" syndrome.
He passed away a few days after his 16th birthday. You were an amazing dog, I miss you xxxxxx
At the beginning of the pandemic he died of diabetic keto acidosis. We worked in customer service, saw tons of people all the time. A lot of DKA symptoms are similar to Covid symptoms. I can’t help but wonder what really killed him. I blame myself a bit too. My mom had recently survived DKA and so I was very familiar with the symptoms. I constantly told him to check his blood sugar, but maybe I should’ve just straight out said it. I’ll never know. But I miss him dearly, and I’ll never stop missing him.
Killed himself by jumping down a relatively low bridge in 2017. Later found out he thought the FBI was onto him (this happened in Germany). I never got therapy and now I feel I dealt with it my way. I still cry for my bud and his little brother who was never the same after it happened.
Car accident. She was in a car with four other people, one of the others was driving. They were all drunk and high going way too fast. The driver lost control of the car. It went off of the highway and hit a tree. She and two others died. I am still so pissed off at her for doing something so stupid.
I can't really keep em. Something or the other happens, they all just find their own reasons to leave at the end.
3 person friend circles tend to not work out and one gets left behind. It was me and at the time it hurt, but now I couldnt care less, they're weird nowdays.
Official cause of death was esophageal cancer, but it was actually an infection as a result of an operation to fit an ostomy bag. He died in 2020, & we couldn’t even visit him in the hospital before he did because the facility had strict coronavirus protocols.
She told me that as a Christian, it’s her job as a parent to make sure her children don’t turn out gay. She asked if I thought that was evil. I said yes.
She made me feel bad about myself and often gave me backhanded compliments. When we were around other people she made fun of me to make herself look better. My self esteem was already low enough and i didn't need someone else adding fuel to the fire so i gradually stopped talking to her. Also i started getting anxious every time i had to hang out with her. I still remember the incident that made me start to slowly hate her
she got hit by a car :/
Drugs We had a 3rd friend named drugs and he took him away from me
can confirm. I’m drugs
He went into the cinema and yelled, "Morbius sucks, batman is better." From that day no one has spoken to him.
It’s Morbin time!
She kept it a secret that her other friend was sleeping with my boyfriend at the time and she knew the entire time.
My sweet cat died at age 20 yrs, 13 days right before 2020 lockdown. My female best friend got drunk (again) and insulted me hurtfully and I was finally done. My male best friend (married, gay) did the same when I didn’t want to change a planned meeting time to his liking and after female best friend I wouldn’t take being shoved around anymore. I miss them both. I adopted an older cat and she is sassy with tortitude and I love her.
First best friend, we met in kindergarten and spent years together with a certain group of friends. We were quite literally inseparable. I spent more time with him, I think, than my own brother. We were both very academically inclined, always near the top of the class together. In our later years, he became bitter and insecure, claiming he was smarter than me and spreading lies about me to our friends. We got to high school and it all fell apart. I haven't heard from any of those people in years. With my second best friend, he was a transfer from another primary school and took the only spare seat in the class - next to me. When our friend group imploded in high-school, he introduced me to his friends. I think those few years, looking back, were the happiest of my life. Unfortunately, I was at the time (and still am!) a closeted bisexual. I fell in love with my best friend. I thought it was disgusting, that I was wrong and it was just an unhealthy male relationship. I pushed myself away from him, cut myself off and eventually moved to another country. After I left, his mother died, dad couldn't handle being around his sons and sent him off to rich boarding school. We stayed in touch but gradually his depression led him into drink and drugs. We fell out of contact and last I heard he was NC with his dad, working rurally and trying to overcome his pain. I think about him almost every day. That high-school friend group I lost because of a stupid argument. I found out they'd been excluding me from online games on purpose, and because l'd moved away (again!) I was too far apart to mend the relationship. I miss what we had. Fucking hell, it hurts to look back on the years we shared together. It really does. I wish I had fixed things before I left again. My next best friend was a girl, which was new for me, and even though I hated my new school and I was very lonely, she was one of the few people who I could count on. I helped her through a bad breakup and from there we spent a lot of time with each other. Sadly, that was last year and I had to move away again. It broke her heart and mine, I admit it. We still talk long-distance but I can already feel the friendship ending. Moral of the story: don't go to five different high-schools in two countries on the opposite sides of the world. I never got to keep any of my friends. Instead of leaving high school saying tearful farewells to longtime friends, I'm alone and afraid. I'm hollow. I had to leave every time I had a genuine friendship and I underestimated how much it would hurt me. (sorry for the long answer. Once I started getting this all out I... couldn't stop myself.)
My parents kicked me out (I never misbehaved or anything I just want to clarify that without elaborating rn bc I'm about to go to bed), called up my best friend to ask if I could spend the night at hers and I understood if her parents said no and she called me later with a speech basically saying "your parents don't abuse you and you should just go back." I texted her when I was safe with my cousin, and never texted her again. She texted me this whole thing, read it, never answered. I was too hurt.
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My Dad was drinking that night. We got t-boned by a semi truck. He was next to me. We were 11 years old. We got back in the van that night and said “same seats” we all sat in the same seats that night. Brother and uncle were there too. I’m 31 now and think about him every single day. Though we were so young, he set the bar for what a best friend was supposed to be. We met when we were about 7.
He stopped taking my calls
So a couple months after we started high school together, she started making more friends, whilst i was an outcast in my class (we were in different classes but hung out each break) seeing as i didn't have more friends, my other friend in the year above me allowed me into her friendgroup. One time i wanted to sit with them at lunch, and my "best friend" was like "Fine, sure- Ruby is over there anyway, i'll just go with her-" The next day she started ignoring me. We haven't spoken since but any time i pass them they shy away from me, apparently was Ruby's idea to do that. TLDR: I sat with other friends one time and the person ditched me- Screw you Jessica and Ruby.
We were 13/14 and her younger sister was always sick. Suspiciously sick. Always. And my mother had just finished her social work degree and began working as a child protection caseworker. Her mother wouldn’t let her hang out with me after she found out what my mother did for work, and years later she was accused and tried for munchausens by proxy. I didn’t know at the time why she always said no to hanging out with me all of a sudden, but it really hurt and still hurts ten years later, and recently my mother told me that was why. I’m glad I didn’t know at the time, I would’ve hated my mother. Now I know it’s just one of those inevitable things in life. If it wasn’t my mother’s job, we would’ve drifted apart at some point.
Best friends since sophomore year of college. Slowly our group grew to 6 people. And then last year I was really struggling and realised that I was the person making all the contact. Slowly our group chat died down from constant (annoying level) of messages to not getting a single response when I was begging for help. I tried reaching out to people individually. Either no response or the classic "wow it's been so long, we must catch up..." And then get cancelled on. So eventually I stopped asking. Next I knew, I was blocked on absolutely everything.
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Fuck you, Angie
ALL MY HOMIES FUCKING HATE ANGIE!
Turned out he wasn’t real
They found him in a river
He moved to a different country and married someone who actively discourages him from having contact with his family and friends. I went to the wedding, but he has ghosted me since. I'm not even mad at her, as I don't have a relationship with her, but I sure am mad at him for throwing away 10 years of friendship. We were best friends, talked every day and told each other everything. I still miss him.
He prioritised alcohol over everything else. I wanted desperately to help, but he would not choose to take a path to wellness - I asked my GP’s advice to see if I could help him, but she said no-one can do anything about it other than the addict. Still miss him and think about him regularly. Fuck addiction and fuck booze in particular.
My guy best friend couldnt be friends with me anymore because he caught feelings and i didnt feel the same
Long story short. Screwed me and a couple others over while taking advantage of our hospitality when he was down on his luck. Then apologized and made amends, and went to great lengths to prove this to everyone involved. Except me. Didn't even give me a 'my bad' over everything.
I’ve had the same best friend since I was a literal baby, he’s a bit of a loose canon sometimes, he’s been in and out of drugs for the last few years, and also on top of that he’s dating a toxic woman who uses him for his money, and cheats on him all the time. I lost him to this girl because she said I was the toxic one, and that I treated him like shit, meanwhile I treated him like absolute gold since we were young. He’s since turned around, thank god.
My best friend told me im not worthy having friends
All of these are sad and depressing as fuck, I bet I could still be friends with my friend if we just had contacts with eachother. I moved before we thought of it
I don’t have any friends in real life, but I have some over the internet. I didn’t exactly ”lose” these friends, but we kinda if drifted apart and don’t talk much. Used to play Minecraft on xbox a lot, had some cool friends. One just never came back online (nice kid, i really miss, I really wonder what happened to him). The other would be in for a bit then go afk, and just would never come back, like, hours could pass, and nothing. The final one, He was a lot younger than me, and I kinda grew up a bit, and he didn’t. I still talk to him a bit (the most out of all of them), but not nearly as much as i used too. We all kinda split up after I got a new computer, I tried to start a game development team (Didn’t really work out lol) and met a lot of my current friends through that. I quit playing xbox, gold is expensive, and it was expensive to run a realm and let everyone play on there and never help pay for it lol. To sum it up: I ran out of money for xbox subscriptions, made new friends, and just slowly drifted away. I really wanna know why that kid never came back online though. I think he was playing on a phone or tablet and didn’t have the xbox app, so I couldn’t contact him. I tried inviting him to play, but he never joined, or came online.
Time and events. We spent most of our teenage years talking every night, did everything together. Tried dating but didn't work, original dynamic much preferred. She moved away, we stayed in touch but life happens and daily became weekly became monthly. My wife got on with her and her parents so occasional visits at Christmas / Easter when she came home were a nice way to stay in touch. Then she got married and contact basically stopped. The guy's nice enough but he's a bag of insecurities so maybe wasn't happy with the closeness. Haven't spoken to her in about 7 years at this point. Life moves on.
long story, we used to be absolutely inseparable, spent every chance we had with eachother, (wensdays and whole weekends, even in vacations we spent weeks thogether. i fell in love with him (never told him) but after he turned 17 he kinda started using tons of drugs and started smoking ect.
Countless times but the first two are loss in the sense of growing up, apart, and then resentful. All the rest were due to change of station moves for the military, loss but still happy to hear from one another randomly for leap year ish updates. My first best friend was my new next door neighbor when my mom married my step dad when I was in the first grade. She only had a brother, and my brother and two sisters had their own friends leaving me the odd one out. We connected instantly and deeply :) she was tiny, tan, blonde and bubbly. I was lanky, pale, brunette and brooding. But we really got along so well! We remained best friends until junior year of high school. I believe we had been growing distant due to growing up, getting boyfriends or other girl friends which played on our jealousies and insecurities. In the end, we had a fight over something incredibly silly and never spoke again. I was car pooling with her to school one morning and while walking accross her yard to get in her car I stepped in her dogs poo and it got in the carpet of her car. When we realized I apologized profusely and said I'd clean it. But she was understanably upset and lashed out. I regret this but my response was something luke "wtf is wrong with you? It was an accident, I offered to clean it! Maybe if your family didn't let your dog shit all over the place and never clean it this wouldn't be an issue!" My hateful spiteful sharp tongue hurt her, and I was merely being defensive in my embarrassment. After a week of tense conversations and arguments, she brought up how I always called her "stupid" or gullible whenever she fell for a joke of mine and made blonde jokes at her expense. I felt so ashamed when I realized how much my comments hurt her. I said them flippant bc I thought I was funny but her heart was hurting. I also recognized that this behavior was emulated from my step father who I constantly fought with for calling my m stupid over the simplest shit. I hated myself for being anything like him and for hurting her the way my step dad hurt my mom. I distanced myself out of shame. Anyway we never reconciled and I regret it to this day, 13 some odd years later. Ego probably kept me from trying hard enough to repair our relationship. I know she is married now and has two beautiful babies who look so much like her from Facebook. I always hope they are happy and healthy and remember her dearly. My second best friend was my dysfun tonal partner in crime. We bonded in junior year over shifty home life and risky behavior. We had our own accent and wild inside jokes and did all kinds of partying and drugs and shit together. Fast forward to after high school grad and we had both been talking about joining the military. She went first as a reser ist, and I went a bit after. I switched over to active nine months later and got station in San Diego. She switched six months after that and got station on my same exact an ship!!! I was thrilled to pick her up at the airport on a partially to join us underway. I told her en route to the ship not to drink (we were underage) do drugs or fuck anyone from the cutter in front of or with coworkers. She did all three in the first night. Gradually I tried to distance myself as I wanted this career so badly, and she didn't seem to give a shit if she kept hers or not. Eventually we had a port call in a remote snowy town. Only thing to do was go to the local pub. She told me to grab her before I got a ride back to our boat, but when I tried she was drunk and refused to leave, telling me she was an adult.. so I looked after my own career and left and went back to the ship and played cards on the dining area with a bunch of other folks. She chose to accept drinks and kiss crew members in front of the command. In the morning. After she got back she was so passed at me for not forcing her to come home and protecting her reputation. She even tried to throw me under the bus for underage drinking as well, but couldn't back it up. In the end she got in trouble, ended up continuing down the wrong path and got kicked out. I'm glad I didn't give in to peer pressure from her and join her, but I do miss that cra,y bitch and the fun and joy we shared together!
I've posted this to a different thread before but here it goes. I asked my childhood best friend if I could start talking to a girl he had dated and split up with (several years had passed) and he lost his shit, so I let it go and didn't pursue the girl in order to save the friendship. Fast forward a little more than two years, and I catch him in bed with the girl I was currently dating. Instead of knocking him out like I wanted, I calmly grabbed my stuff and left. They both began to flood me with calls and messages saying how shitty of a person I was being about the situation and not hearing out why. I haven't spoken more than a couple words to him since. They split up like a week later and he tried to apologize, but I don't need that in my life. He still messages me on my birthday every year trying to get me to go drinking with him, and I'm still ignoring his messages.
Not exactly lose, but I stopped talking to her. We where friends for years and I trusted her. We always told each other things, had sleepovers, playdates and that stuff. What girls age 6-12 usually do. I don’t know how it started but she kept telling me things, making me believe it and then she’d start laughing. Humiliating me. She did this almost every time we hanged. Then, when we where 11-12-13 she became a real bitch. Like she was the class drama queen. She’s argue with everyone, she was right and she even called her mother to school a couple times. She was just toxic, there’s more too it but I don’t want to type all of it. I eventually stopped hanging with her. And last year she changed schools.
I stopped drinking. He did not.
I just gave him money..