Drug use. I wanted to get clean had to remove all those that didnt want to from my life.
He had this odd fascination with the Alvin and the Chipmunks movies. The CGI ones I mean. Dude was cool af otherwise. We shared a lot of interests and a similar worldview. Except this one thing. He particularly liked the Squeakquel and insisted upon watching it practically every time we were just hanging out watching TV. I asked him politely if he could please just watch his “Munks” on his own time, but he insisted that it’s “Not as good by yourself.” I’m sorry, it’s just I could not take this movie anymore. Like I loved the dude, but we watched it, I shit you not…47…fucking…times. I can only put with so many times. And he knew weird shit about the cast and stuff, too. Apparently the voice of Alvin is allergic to peanut butter. Whoulda thunk it? Whoulda cared? And he knew stories of problems they had during production and all kinds deep details and background. It was an obsession. Something I just…I couldn’t take it. Fuck him.
I got pregnant and realised I could not have this person around my child.
She was SO toxic. So fucked up in many ways, and 10 years later I almost feel sorry for her, but not enough to want any form of contact with her.
She lied about everything. It was like she always had to have a drama in her life that made it seem like her life was harder than everyone elses. She lied about having cancer, numerous pregnancies and miscarriages, lied about being raped, lied about 2 guys that we knew sexually assaulting her. Just really horrendous stuff that you just don’t lie about?!
She was a huge control freak, she would basically tell her girl friends what to wear and how to do their hair on a night out. She obsessively controlled how she came across to others – like she farted one time and literally cut one of her friends off and spread lies about her because she laughed about her fart!!
She encouraged a guy to have sex with me when I was passed out drunk, I believe to make me so embarrassed that I wouldn’t want to talk about that night with our mutual friend who’s boyfriend she was having sex with…
Reading this comment back I actually judge myself for being friends with her in the first place. I was a teen with super low self esteem.
He only saw me as some sort of competition.
We were quite similar and grew up very close since we had quite a lot in common. But I noticed that as we were hitting puberty and girls were becoming more important to us, he would sometimes try to make me look bad or worse than him in front of others so that he would look better than me or something. I definitely didn’t notice too much or take much care about it since we were close, but it just didn’t stop.
Even after I was with someone, it always felt like he was still trying to compete with me on who had the better life, job, etc. I kinda just had enough and talked less to him and the friendship has kinda slowly faded a bit. I just dont understand why some people have to be so competitive with everything all the time, its exhausting
I ended a friendship with 2 girls at once because when they found out I was queer (months into our friendship) they started saying I was “too touchy feely” when we drank. Biiitttcccchhh just cause I banged your friend doesn’t mean I’ll ever want to touch either of you. Bye 👋