I am absolutely sick to death of weird fucking “friends” and feeling like I’m constantly being anally shafted with no lube or a part of some kind of study to see how far someone can be pushed before they snap. The particular group of “friends” I naturally distanced from a few years ago due to a bit of weirdness and no support when I had a very traumatic split from an ex who I’d spent half my adult life with, at that time I’d supported them through similar literally dropping everything some evenings to go and make sure they were ok, when it came to me it was crickets, even when I asked (and I never ever ask) if someone could pop round as I’d be on my own for a few days because I couldn’t face leaving the house they were “too busy” (at this point no kids or particularly demanding jobs). Luckily I managed to find a new group of friends who actually wanted to go out and do stuff and were more positive, outgoing and uplifting.
Anyways my old friends did keep in touch after I buggered off in parts although the first couple of years we hardly spoke and would invite me (sometimes) to their Birthdays etc. I decided that maybe I was being too harsh and had perhaps twisted what happened and got it wrong. Last year I was asked to be a bridesmaid for one of them which I was a bit confused by as we’re far from close and I was asked face to face in front of others so I didn’t really know what to do other than say yes but then came the inevitable hen do and wedding anxiety as I didn’t really want to get fully wrapped up in the group again. A few weeks ago I paid hundreds for the hen do (including the brides costs which was split between the few) and went out for one of their Birthdays which cost me £200 and it was my Birthday last week and one of them didn’t wish me Happy Birthday at all and the other just posted it in a group chat we’re in which was a bit casual considering I’m meant to be their bridesmaid (we’ve all known each other for 20 years so they all know my Birthday and would’ve seen others wishing me hbd on socials). Now I don’t think at all that friendship is about counting pennies or favours but I just feel like I’ve been used to boost numbers on occasions where friends lack because they haven’t evolved past high school and I think it’s rude, I feel like nothing has changed from the first time I was friends with them and this may sound weird but I feel like I get treated in a lesser way and if I react then I’ll be the big bad wolf (which has happened before). I was also extremely upset by the way one of them used a racist slur and when I expressed my distaste the rest of them downplayed it. I sit and rack my brains about if it’s a me problem but I think I am quite self aware and you can’t deny seeing others get better treatment than you. I don’t have these problems with my other friends. Anyways just wanted to write it all down and get it off my chest. I look forward to seeing out the bridesmaid commitment (which I dread but will put on a brave face) and then completely distancing and moving on with my life. I absolutely need to learn to say no instead of being scared to be painted as a villain.
My ex friends were like this. Ppl grow and change. I know i changed and maybe that caused the rift.
I was the party girl, i was confident, loud, i knew all the best places to go, i used to get backstage passes and after party shows. I was fun to be around.
I went through a breakup and basically became utterly depressed. During my healing i realised things about myself and i ended up being a boring introvert, who hates going out, just likes a simple life. I got a good job, a big house and appeared to have a lot going for me.
I noticed these friends werent there for me. My failures were picked over and my successes were ignored or treated with jealousy. I started to absolutely dread seeing them. I was so withdrawn because i literally couldnt even tell them about a £2 bargain vase without a snarky comment about how nice it must be to have a spare £2... despite the fact they were absolutely not on the bones of their arses and COULD afford it, it was just another opportunity to shit on me.
I hid the fact i bought a new car.... i literally parked it on the street when they came round
because i just didnt want the earache about it.
Anyway i distanced myself, became less available, stopped replying. Then there was an event where something really mean was said and i just went home and never spoke to them again
My life is so much more peaceful. I have friends who build each other up and support each other. I dont need bullshit friends