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Backup of the post’s body: Okay, so for context: I had a friend group of about 4 girls — two of them were sisters (V and Ve), one was a girl I met through V named A, and the last was Y, who had been friends with my boyfriend (R) since middle school. (We’re all in our mid to late twenties now.)
V and I had been friends for about 7 years. We bonded quickly because we both moved away from home around the same time. We did everything together — clubs, bars, whatever. I had seen V go through a lot of relationships, some good, some bad, but I never thought she was the problem — at least, not until I set her up with R’s best friend, M.
Now M is a great guy. Makes good money, has a good head on his shoulders — gangster vibes, but sweet. At first, V and M really hit it off. Everything seemed great… until the issues started.
Enter Shawn: V’s ex. For context: Shawn is dangerous. Their relationship before M was abusive to the point where V ended up in the hospital fighting for her life. When she was trying to get away from him, I helped her — got her an apartment and even put my name on it to make sure she had a safe place.
Or so I thought.
Turns out, the apartment she picked was four minutes from Shawn’s house. Even worse, he helped her move in — and had been coming over all the time. I found this out not from V, but from her sister Ve and our mutual friend A, who was also living with her at the time.
A even told me that every time M would come over, Shawn had just left. And it wasn’t just Shawn — apparently V was seeing multiple guys while dating M. They even showed me texts from a group chat where V explicitly told them not to tell me or M what was happening.
(Just to add another layer of insanity: Shawn and M know each other and already had bad blood — Shawn once fought M’s brother.)
At that point, I confronted V. I told her she needed to get her shit together — not just because of the cheating, but because she had a four-year-old son watching all this mess, and because I put my name on that apartment to get her away from the guy she was sneaking around with.
V, of course, denied everything. Said A and Ve were lying. I didn’t believe her. I told R everything, and R called M and explained the situation. At first, M didn’t want to believe it — until he saw the screenshots.
When he saw the proof, he immediately drove to V’s place to catch her with Shawn. A even warned me while he was en route that Shawn had just left — so when M got there, he missed him.
M asked R and me to come over so we could talk to V together. We all sat down, and I told V flat out: whether she and M stay together or not, I’m done with her. I can handle a lot, but lying to me for almost a year? Nope.
While V was trying to lie her way out of it, she got a call — it was A. (Why she called V’s phone, IDK.) V handed me the phone mid-argument, and A was freaking out. She was at a ghetto karaoke bar called IRock, drunk and being denied entry by security.
R and I left to go get her.
We found A outside, arguing with security. We pulled her aside, sat down with her, and she started venting — about V, about all the lies, about the way V treated her own sister Ve (yelling, hitting, degrading insults — the works).
I hate drama and fights, so at this point I was like, “Who wants to smoke?” — and that’s what we did. Things started calming down… until V and M show up at IRock.
And that’s when shit hit the fan.
A exploded. She started screaming at V. V started screaming at me, trying to fight me across the waist-high fence separating us. I told her she was welcome to try, but I had 27 years of pent-up rage and 6 older brothers worth of violence behind me, so good luck.
Nobody actually threw punches (fence in the way), but I definitely said some things that must’ve hit home because V walked off crying. Sorry not sorry. (Capricorn energy.)
After all that, M took V home. R and I stayed with A, who by now had alcohol, weed, and mushrooms in her system and was so faded she could barely find her car. She lived with V, so she couldn’t exactly go back there. She asked us to drive her to her friend Z’s place (Z will be important later). So we did.
The next day, V sent me this text:
“I don’t care for you and never had a problem with you. You doing all the shit you did is you being weird and a fake ass bitch, so keep my name out your mouth or come to my house if you can’t stop and we talk or fight, whatever tf you wanna do. I don’t care for you or worry about you so do the same. Stay blessed.”
To which I responded:
“V, I will never apologize for telling the truth. If you can’t deal with the consequences of your own actions, maybe you should rethink those actions. Might I also remind you: I’m not the one on probation here. Come at me if you want, but at the end of the day, I’ll be walking away just fine. I’m not here for drama or lies. I don’t deal that way, and I don’t want that in my life. If that’s the life you want to live — that hood rat, double-faced shit — you can have it. I’m focused on better things. Maybe you should focus on your son instead of making your sister raise him.”
End of Chapter/Friend #1.
Two more “end of friendship” chapters to go with this friend group.
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Backup of the post’s body: Okay, so for context: I had a friend group of about 4 girls — two of them were sisters (V and Ve), one was a girl I met through V named A, and the last was Y, who had been friends with my boyfriend (R) since middle school. (We’re all in our mid to late twenties now.)
V and I had been friends for about 7 years. We bonded quickly because we both moved away from home around the same time. We did everything together — clubs, bars, whatever. I had seen V go through a lot of relationships, some good, some bad, but I never thought she was the problem — at least, not until I set her up with R’s best friend, M.
Now M is a great guy. Makes good money, has a good head on his shoulders — gangster vibes, but sweet. At first, V and M really hit it off. Everything seemed great… until the issues started.
Enter Shawn: V’s ex. For context: Shawn is dangerous. Their relationship before M was abusive to the point where V ended up in the hospital fighting for her life. When she was trying to get away from him, I helped her — got her an apartment and even put my name on it to make sure she had a safe place.
Or so I thought.
Turns out, the apartment she picked was four minutes from Shawn’s house. Even worse, he helped her move in — and had been coming over all the time. I found this out not from V, but from her sister Ve and our mutual friend A, who was also living with her at the time.
A even told me that every time M would come over, Shawn had just left. And it wasn’t just Shawn — apparently V was seeing multiple guys while dating M. They even showed me texts from a group chat where V explicitly told them not to tell me or M what was happening.
(Just to add another layer of insanity: Shawn and M know each other and already had bad blood — Shawn once fought M’s brother.)
At that point, I confronted V. I told her she needed to get her shit together — not just because of the cheating, but because she had a four-year-old son watching all this mess, and because I put my name on that apartment to get her away from the guy she was sneaking around with.
V, of course, denied everything. Said A and Ve were lying. I didn’t believe her. I told R everything, and R called M and explained the situation. At first, M didn’t want to believe it — until he saw the screenshots.
When he saw the proof, he immediately drove to V’s place to catch her with Shawn. A even warned me while he was en route that Shawn had just left — so when M got there, he missed him.
M asked R and me to come over so we could talk to V together. We all sat down, and I told V flat out: whether she and M stay together or not, I’m done with her. I can handle a lot, but lying to me for almost a year? Nope.
While V was trying to lie her way out of it, she got a call — it was A. (Why she called V’s phone, IDK.) V handed me the phone mid-argument, and A was freaking out. She was at a ghetto karaoke bar called IRock, drunk and being denied entry by security.
R and I left to go get her.
We found A outside, arguing with security. We pulled her aside, sat down with her, and she started venting — about V, about all the lies, about the way V treated her own sister Ve (yelling, hitting, degrading insults — the works).
I hate drama and fights, so at this point I was like, “Who wants to smoke?” — and that’s what we did. Things started calming down… until V and M show up at IRock.
And that’s when shit hit the fan.
A exploded. She started screaming at V. V started screaming at me, trying to fight me across the waist-high fence separating us. I told her she was welcome to try, but I had 27 years of pent-up rage and 6 older brothers worth of violence behind me, so good luck.
Nobody actually threw punches (fence in the way), but I definitely said some things that must’ve hit home because V walked off crying. Sorry not sorry. (Capricorn energy.)
After all that, M took V home. R and I stayed with A, who by now had alcohol, weed, and mushrooms in her system and was so faded she could barely find her car. She lived with V, so she couldn’t exactly go back there. She asked us to drive her to her friend Z’s place (Z will be important later). So we did.
The next day, V sent me this text:
“I don’t care for you and never had a problem with you. You doing all the shit you did is you being weird and a fake ass bitch, so keep my name out your mouth or come to my house if you can’t stop and we talk or fight, whatever tf you wanna do. I don’t care for you or worry about you so do the same. Stay blessed.”
To which I responded:
“V, I will never apologize for telling the truth. If you can’t deal with the consequences of your own actions, maybe you should rethink those actions. Might I also remind you: I’m not the one on probation here. Come at me if you want, but at the end of the day, I’ll be walking away just fine. I’m not here for drama or lies. I don’t deal that way, and I don’t want that in my life. If that’s the life you want to live — that hood rat, double-faced shit — you can have it. I’m focused on better things. Maybe you should focus on your son instead of making your sister raise him.”
End of Chapter/Friend #1.
Two more “end of friendship” chapters to go with this friend group.
So… am I the asshole for bringing the truth out?
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