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Backup of the post’s body: First, thank you for all the support on my last post.
Looking back, I definitely had rose-colored glasses on when it came to V — and honestly, I think that same thing applies to the next two friendship endings too.
I did want to clear up a few questions from my last post, yes I did remove my name from V’s apartment and M is thankfully no longer with her and has moved on although V still tries here and there to get back into M’s good graces texting from random numbers but he just ignores them now. I haven’t heard from her much but she does unfortunately resurface in the third chapter to come.
This second chapter is a little different because… I genuinely don’t know what went wrong here.
Maybe you guys can help me figure it out.
Context:
This chapter is about my (29F) former friend Yaz (from Chapter 1 — she was part of the original friend group).
Yaz and my boyfriend R had actually known each other since middle school, but hadn’t talked in years because of life, jobs, etc. Fast forward to 2022, when R ran into Yaz — literally — in the parking lot of their apartment complex. Turns out they lived next door to each other and didn’t even realize it.
At this time, R and I had just started dating. I met Yaz and we immediately clicked.
Before long, we were basically attached at the hip.
Yaz became one of my best friends — we did concerts, clubs, Renaissance Festivals, cosplay events, everything. It was always me, R, and Yaz together. And it was great… until early 2023.
That’s when R went through a mental health crisis.
(Separate story, but he was prescribed the wrong meds and ended up hospitalized for two weeks.)
During this time, Yaz started pressuring me to leave R.
But when I asked her why, she wouldn’t really say. She just kept insisting I should leave — not because of his mental health, but for “other reasons” she refused to explain.
It got to the point where I had to take a break from our friendship. I couldn’t be there for R and deal with her passive-aggressive comments at the same time.
Months later, Yaz apologized, said she was wrong, missed our friendship, and wanted a second chance.
So I gave her one.
Fast forward to 2024:
We’re all friends again. R and I are living with his parents to save up for a house. Yaz is renting a place nearby with two roommates.
Yaz tells us her roommates are nasty — dirty dishes, gross pets, smelly house, the works.
She asks if R and I would want to take over one of their spots when the lease ends (March 2024).
We were planning to live alone, but after thinking about it — and because our friendship felt back to normal — we agreed.
We even set up roommate meetings before moving in to set expectations:
• Everyone cleans up after themselves.
• Everyone does their own dishes.
• Smoking rules.
You know — basic grown-up stuff.
Important side note:
Yaz had just gotten a new government job… and recommended me for an open position!
I interviewed, got hired, and now we’re not just roommates — we’re coworkers, working directly together on an $8M government project.
(Think of it like primary and secondary assistants. Not bosses of each other, but close enough that we had to work hand-in-hand.)
Fast forward to move-in day:
Yaz flies out of town to help her sister with a pet situation.
R and I move our stuff in, no issues.
I start the new job. It’s easy stuff — I’ve been in admin work for 9 years, so I’m good at it.
Things are going smooth until R decides to leave his bartending job to start his own business (he has a business degree he wasn’t using, and honestly, the side hustle he had boarding animals was already making more money than bartending).
I fully supported him — I make enough with my new job to carry us during the transition.
And Yaz?
Yaz lost her mind.
She got upset that R didn’t discuss his career change with her first.
Which was… weird? She wasn’t affected by it at all.
But she said she “felt betrayed” because she wasn’t told.
R wanted to sit down and clear the air, but Yaz kept dodging every attempt to meet up and talk about it.
Okay. Whatever.
Then comes April 12th:
Yaz and I are at work.
We get sent to Staples with a company credit card to buy office supplies.
I suggested buying a bulk pack of 90 K-cups for $27.
Yaz insisted on buying two tiny packs of 12 K-cups for $18 each.
I explained the math… but she insisted “whoever holds the card decides.”
Whatever. Pick your battles, right?
But our coworker G immediately tattled to the Project Manager about our argument.
And guess who happened to be visiting?
Our Regional Manager.
Awesome.
We got pulled into a meeting.
Yaz got reprimanded and told this can’t happen again because our roles depend on cooperation.
This is when her true colors started showing.
Important note #2:
Months earlier, R and I had asked Yaz if she could watch our two dogs during two family wedding events (April 13th and April 20th).
She agreed and marked it in her calendar.
Fast forward to April 13th:
It’s the first wedding event.
A (same A from Chapter 1) comes over to help me get ready. Music, drinks, vibes were good.
I thank Yaz for watching the dogs, and R and I head out.
We leave around 5:30 PM.
We get home around 3:30 AM…
And find the dogs completely alone.
No food.
No water.
Yaz is nowhere to be found.
I check locations — she’s been at her boyfriend’s house all night.
One of my dogs is throwing up the next morning from God-knows-what.
I call Yaz and demand a meeting — she makes excuses.
I tell her fine, FaceTime me at 7PM.
During the call, she offers zero apology.
Just excuses.
Then casually drops:
“Oh, and I’m moving out on April 27th. I don’t care about the lease. Figure it out.”
Cool.
The saving grace:
A needed a new place to live — and thankfully agreed to take over Y’s lease.
I updated the landlord.
Problem solved.
I even texted Y that I still cared about her and wished her well.
(Spoiler: She did not deserve that.)
April 16th:
Back at work.
I realize I can’t access SharePoint (the main drive we use for work).
Yaz had locked me out.
When I asked, she said if I needed anything, I’d have to ask her personally for it.
Bruh.
Seriously?
I went to the Project Manager, who told her to cut the crap and give me access.
She did… but only “view only” access.
(Spoiler: this would eventually get her fired but months later.)
April 17th:
At home, I’m cooking dinner.
Realize I’m missing my baking flour which is essential for what I’m cooking — it’s nowhere to be found.
I Text Yaz to ask if she accidentally packed it.
She admits she did…
but refuses to unpack it or give it back.
I offer to help go through the box.
She ignores me.
I knock on her door (politely) — no response.
She’s clearly awake (I hear her playing a work improvement medication podcast – I don’t think it’s helping her at this point).
After three tries, I say screw it.
R then installs locks on our bedroom, pantry, office, and laundry room that night that avoid farther items from going missing.
I texted Yaz saying if she needed anything, she could ask — but otherwise, our spaces are secured.
(Yeah, I admit — maybe a little petty… but after everything? Necessary.)
Yaz’s brilliant response:
She called the police.
The cops arrived, listened to the situation, and basically told her she wasted their time.
They advised us to document our belongings (we did) and then they left.
April 20th (second wedding event):
Our friend A stayed at our house while we were gone.
Yaz showed up with a moving truck and moved all her stuff out that day —
but left trash, dirty dishes, and moldy crap everywhere.
The landlord docked her security deposit for cleaning fees.
(She deserved it.)
And the cherry on top?
Y ended up getting fired from our job in September after months of trying to make my work life miserable.
It was beautiful.
So now I’m left wondering:
• Was she jealous of R?
• Was she jealous of me?
• Was it work stress?
• Did she just hate me this whole time?
Because honestly, I still don’t understand what caused her behavior.
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Backup of the post’s body: First, thank you for all the support on my last post.
Looking back, I definitely had rose-colored glasses on when it came to V — and honestly, I think that same thing applies to the next two friendship endings too.
I did want to clear up a few questions from my last post, yes I did remove my name from V’s apartment and M is thankfully no longer with her and has moved on although V still tries here and there to get back into M’s good graces texting from random numbers but he just ignores them now. I haven’t heard from her much but she does unfortunately resurface in the third chapter to come.
This second chapter is a little different because… I genuinely don’t know what went wrong here.
Maybe you guys can help me figure it out.
Context:
This chapter is about my (29F) former friend Yaz (from Chapter 1 — she was part of the original friend group).
Yaz and my boyfriend R had actually known each other since middle school, but hadn’t talked in years because of life, jobs, etc. Fast forward to 2022, when R ran into Yaz — literally — in the parking lot of their apartment complex. Turns out they lived next door to each other and didn’t even realize it.
At this time, R and I had just started dating. I met Yaz and we immediately clicked.
Before long, we were basically attached at the hip.
Yaz became one of my best friends — we did concerts, clubs, Renaissance Festivals, cosplay events, everything. It was always me, R, and Yaz together. And it was great… until early 2023.
That’s when R went through a mental health crisis.
(Separate story, but he was prescribed the wrong meds and ended up hospitalized for two weeks.)
During this time, Yaz started pressuring me to leave R.
But when I asked her why, she wouldn’t really say. She just kept insisting I should leave — not because of his mental health, but for “other reasons” she refused to explain.
It got to the point where I had to take a break from our friendship. I couldn’t be there for R and deal with her passive-aggressive comments at the same time.
Months later, Yaz apologized, said she was wrong, missed our friendship, and wanted a second chance.
So I gave her one.
Fast forward to 2024:
We’re all friends again. R and I are living with his parents to save up for a house. Yaz is renting a place nearby with two roommates.
Yaz tells us her roommates are nasty — dirty dishes, gross pets, smelly house, the works.
She asks if R and I would want to take over one of their spots when the lease ends (March 2024).
We were planning to live alone, but after thinking about it — and because our friendship felt back to normal — we agreed.
We even set up roommate meetings before moving in to set expectations:
• Everyone cleans up after themselves.
• Everyone does their own dishes.
• Smoking rules.
You know — basic grown-up stuff.
Important side note:
Yaz had just gotten a new government job… and recommended me for an open position!
I interviewed, got hired, and now we’re not just roommates — we’re coworkers, working directly together on an $8M government project.
(Think of it like primary and secondary assistants. Not bosses of each other, but close enough that we had to work hand-in-hand.)
Fast forward to move-in day:
Yaz flies out of town to help her sister with a pet situation.
R and I move our stuff in, no issues.
I start the new job. It’s easy stuff — I’ve been in admin work for 9 years, so I’m good at it.
Things are going smooth until R decides to leave his bartending job to start his own business (he has a business degree he wasn’t using, and honestly, the side hustle he had boarding animals was already making more money than bartending).
I fully supported him — I make enough with my new job to carry us during the transition.
And Yaz?
Yaz lost her mind.
She got upset that R didn’t discuss his career change with her first.
Which was… weird? She wasn’t affected by it at all.
But she said she “felt betrayed” because she wasn’t told.
R wanted to sit down and clear the air, but Yaz kept dodging every attempt to meet up and talk about it.
Okay. Whatever.
Then comes April 12th:
Yaz and I are at work.
We get sent to Staples with a company credit card to buy office supplies.
I suggested buying a bulk pack of 90 K-cups for $27.
Yaz insisted on buying two tiny packs of 12 K-cups for $18 each.
I explained the math… but she insisted “whoever holds the card decides.”
Whatever. Pick your battles, right?
But our coworker G immediately tattled to the Project Manager about our argument.
And guess who happened to be visiting?
Our Regional Manager.
Awesome.
We got pulled into a meeting.
Yaz got reprimanded and told this can’t happen again because our roles depend on cooperation.
This is when her true colors started showing.
Important note #2:
Months earlier, R and I had asked Yaz if she could watch our two dogs during two family wedding events (April 13th and April 20th).
She agreed and marked it in her calendar.
Fast forward to April 13th:
It’s the first wedding event.
A (same A from Chapter 1) comes over to help me get ready. Music, drinks, vibes were good.
I thank Yaz for watching the dogs, and R and I head out.
We leave around 5:30 PM.
We get home around 3:30 AM…
And find the dogs completely alone.
No food.
No water.
Yaz is nowhere to be found.
I check locations — she’s been at her boyfriend’s house all night.
One of my dogs is throwing up the next morning from God-knows-what.
I call Yaz and demand a meeting — she makes excuses.
I tell her fine, FaceTime me at 7PM.
During the call, she offers zero apology.
Just excuses.
Then casually drops:
“Oh, and I’m moving out on April 27th. I don’t care about the lease. Figure it out.”
Cool.
The saving grace:
A needed a new place to live — and thankfully agreed to take over Y’s lease.
I updated the landlord.
Problem solved.
I even texted Y that I still cared about her and wished her well.
(Spoiler: She did not deserve that.)
April 16th:
Back at work.
I realize I can’t access SharePoint (the main drive we use for work).
Yaz had locked me out.
When I asked, she said if I needed anything, I’d have to ask her personally for it.
Bruh.
Seriously?
I went to the Project Manager, who told her to cut the crap and give me access.
She did… but only “view only” access.
(Spoiler: this would eventually get her fired but months later.)
April 17th:
At home, I’m cooking dinner.
Realize I’m missing my baking flour which is essential for what I’m cooking — it’s nowhere to be found.
I Text Yaz to ask if she accidentally packed it.
She admits she did…
but refuses to unpack it or give it back.
I offer to help go through the box.
She ignores me.
I knock on her door (politely) — no response.
She’s clearly awake (I hear her playing a work improvement medication podcast – I don’t think it’s helping her at this point).
After three tries, I say screw it.
R then installs locks on our bedroom, pantry, office, and laundry room that night that avoid farther items from going missing.
I texted Yaz saying if she needed anything, she could ask — but otherwise, our spaces are secured.
(Yeah, I admit — maybe a little petty… but after everything? Necessary.)
Yaz’s brilliant response:
She called the police.
The cops arrived, listened to the situation, and basically told her she wasted their time.
They advised us to document our belongings (we did) and then they left.
April 20th (second wedding event):
Our friend A stayed at our house while we were gone.
Yaz showed up with a moving truck and moved all her stuff out that day —
but left trash, dirty dishes, and moldy crap everywhere.
The landlord docked her security deposit for cleaning fees.
(She deserved it.)
And the cherry on top?
Y ended up getting fired from our job in September after months of trying to make my work life miserable.
It was beautiful.
So now I’m left wondering:
• Was she jealous of R?
• Was she jealous of me?
• Was it work stress?
• Did she just hate me this whole time?
Because honestly, I still don’t understand what caused her behavior.
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