I had a friendship that meant the world to me—one of those rare bonds that feels like a full story, with a beautiful beginning and a definitive end. We were friends for nearly a decade, and that connection shaped so much of who I am today. I fell in love with her when I was young, but the relationship was complicated. It started off tangled in some deceit on both sides, but over time, that pain transformed into a very real, deep friendship. She saw me in a way no one else ever has. I shared parts of myself with her that I never shared with anyone else. At one point, I lived with her during a rough patch in my life. I was struggling to find a job, disconnected from my family, and trying to piece my life together. I had a deep-rooted fear of abandonment, and being in that situation—feeling like a burden, like I didn’t belong—was devastating. It genuinely hurt. When I eventually left her home, I felt that old wound tear open again, and in my pain, I cut her off. It wasn’t my proudest moment. But unless you’ve lived with abandonment issues, it’s hard to describe how that kind of fear can distort your reactions. I still love her deeply, I think always will. I’ll forever support her from afar, and I’m genuinely happy to see her doing well—even if my own life felt like it was falling apart at the same time hers seemed to come together. That contrast was hard to sit with. I do wish I’d handled things differently. I also wish she had taken some accountability for her part in everything. But I’ve come to realize that not every story ends with closure or mutual understanding. Sometimes people come into your life to help you grow—and when that growth is done, so is the connection. Will always be grateful for what we shared, even if it ended in silence. That friendship will always hold a sacred place in my heart.
I’ve reached out multiple times but I feel like we’re stuck in a cycle of getting back to being friends & then something happens & we cut ties. I sometimes wish she would reach out for once & cared for our friendship as much as I did.
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I had a very large group of friends. always hanging out. always getting into dumb shit together. When my gf and I met, they swung on me. They acted like I was an outsider. started rumors about her, and started being total dicks. They were the only actual friends I’ve had. We’ve been through hell and back, but I’m glad I cut things off. I’ve been happier, less stressed, and have been able to spend more time with the love of my life without feeling guilty for leaving them out.