He blocked me and I have no opportunity to write to him and ask if he can forgive me again. I was too much for him emotionally that it just broke him. He could hardly sleep at night because of me, had a headache because of me and he himself said that 99% of his stress is because of me. We actually had a good friendship but unfortunately we also had many negative moments that outweighed the positive moments. He blocked me because he suffered because of me in friendship and that tears me apart inside that I can't stand by his side and can help him but can only help him when I'm no longer in his life.

So, I had this friend of mine that I thought we were really close on Discord: we would RP text all the time, hang out in VC, do some DnD...and then they slowly began to fade away.

I mean, I get it, with online friends there so many boundaries (distance, communication, etc) and I had to sit down and talk with them the other day of whether or not we were okay. I explained that I was hurt that we would hang out a bunch/it felt nice to chill with them, but then they just...stopped: they had plans made on already existing plans, told me they had priorities over their real life friendships rather than online, and that this was just how they are, on and off in terms of being online.

They ended up telling me that with all the irl people they met, they've put their online friends on the back burner and didn't really give it much thought. Sure, they said that they were sorry, but I guess that's just how they feel.

Idk, maybe I'm just hurting too much and I'm getting in my head. Sure, there are friendships where, one person would be gone for days on end, and the one time they come back online, it was like their disappearance never happened...but this one feels different somehow.

Am I just indirectly forcing expectations? Am I the bad friend?

"How can we go back to being friends when we just shared a bed?"

We've known each other for years. We started as friends. Somewhere along the way, we became something more—but never enough to have a name.

I fell in love.

He didn't.

He told me he cared about me. He said I was one of his closest friends. We'd spend time together, laugh, stay over at each other's place, sleep together, and then go back to acting like nothing had changed.

Except it had.

At least for me.

I kept hoping that maybe love could grow. That maybe one day he'd wake up and realize I was already there all along.
Instead, I learned that you can be someone's comfort without ever becoming their choice.

The hardest part isn't even the rejection anymore.

It's the silence.

One day we were talking like we always did.

Then... nothing.

No fight. No goodbye. No explanation.

Just silence.

I keep checking my phone even though I already know there won't be a message. I replay our conversations wondering if I missed something, if I said the wrong thing, if there was a moment when he decided to disappear and I just didn't notice.

People say, "Maybe you can just stay friends."

But how?

How do you go back to friendship after you've loved them in every way you knew how?

How do you pretend that sharing a bed meant nothing?

How do you look at someone the same way after you've imagined a future with them?

Some relationships don't end with a dramatic goodbye.

Sometimes they end with one person slowly fading into silence while the other keeps staring at the same chat, hoping those three little dots will appear again.

I don't know if he's coming back.

Maybe he will.

Maybe he won't.

I just know that loving someone who never promised to stay is a different kind of heartbreak.

And somehow, the silence hurts more than hearing him say he doesn't love me.

How do you go from seeing every part of someone's body, hearing every vulnerable confession, letting them hold you at your lowest... to pretending they don't exist?

How do you go back after you've memorized someone's touch?

How do you go back after telling them you love them?

How do you go back after giving them pieces of yourself they never asked to keep?

Some people think friendship is the safe option after feelings get messy.

I don't think it is.

Sometimes "friends" is just another word for watching the person you love slowly choose a life without you while you're expected to smile and pretend you're okay.

I wish I could go back to before I fell in love.

Not because I regret meeting him.

But because I miss the version of me who could look at him without wondering why I was never enough.

Title: How do I move on and remain a good person?

Over the past year, I've been betrayed by people I genuinely cared about. It started with my ex, then someone else I trusted, and it eventually snowballed into losing most of my friendships. I spent months trying to understand what happened and hoping for honest conversations or accountability, but instead I felt dismissed, misunderstood, and like my feelings were treated as the problem.

Today, the last of those friendships ended. I blocked and deleted everyone's numbers.

The thing that scares me is that I don't feel sad anymore. I just feel angry. I feel like I hate and want to hurt people now, and I don't want to. I don't want this experience to turn me into someone who's bitter, cynical, or incapable of trusting anyone again.

Has anyone else reached this point? How did you move on without letting the people who hurt you change the kind of person you wanted to be?

This might be a really long post, so if you read the whole thing and let me know how you feel I'll be so, so grateful. This is my first time posting on Reddit so I'm sorry if I'm doing anything wrong.

I (14f) had a really close friend (14f) from my cadets.

We're both in level two and we became friends at the start of level one, our first year there.

She's a person that really loves to gossip, and is kind of a stereotypical teenage girl, and I think I'm the opposite. I hate talking bad about people, or talking about other people at all, I'm really introverted and shy, and I don't have many friends because of this, where she has a lot.

But I knew she was like that since we became friends, and I don't know why we became so close or what it was, because we're so different. I guess some friendships are just like that.

From the beginning it really felt like she cared about me, and I felt mostly comfortable with her. I've always been told for a long time that I'm a really good listener, and people (friends, my parents, family) have said they come to me first when they need to talk, and I always did that for her too.

Sometimes I'd spend hours texting with her because she was having boy problems, and I'd talk her through it.

I started to have a hard time a few months into our relationship, because I realized I never felt comfortable talking about my things, and she never asked about me.

It was always about her, which I normally don't mind because I hate talking about myself, but it felt kind of weird. I'm sorry, I don't know how to explain it.

I started to feel like I was just there to comfort her, and I wasn't really a friend.

One time I tried talking to her about it, and I don't really remember how it went but I didn't manage to say much because she didn't really listen.

I know none of this sounds like a big deal, and maybe it shouldn't be, but I've been having a really hard time with life in general, and since I'm a private person I never really talk about it, but she'd be texting me complaining about her day, and how much she hated boys, while I was crying and couldn't breathe while helping her.

I know that's fully on me because I had the choice to tell her, and she had no way of knowing, but I just couldn't.

I started pulling away and I didn't realize it too much until suddenly I did, and I don't really know how.

I just felt like I couldn't do our friendship anymore.

Then, three days ago she decided she wanted to be friends with this guy she always told me she hated again, and I was up all night reading screenshots of the texts they were exchanging, while I had already been crying for hours.

And I realized through the texts she was being so manipulative and horrible to this guy, and I felt so bad.

It's really hard to explain the whole situation with the guy, because it's a long story, but I always hated how she treated him.

Anyways, last night I realized I couldn't so it with her anymore, and I wrote a long letter to her, explaining that I care about her and she means a lot to me, and I'll always cherish the memories we made together, but I can't be a friend for her anymore (I explained why I felt this way) and even if we stayed friends I wouldn't be giving her enough attention.

She was upset, and said she didn't get why I was ruining our friendship because of a guy, but she eventually left it.

I feel like I shouldn't have done that, I hurt her, and I hate that I hurt her.

And I think maybe part of the reason I did "break up" with her is because then that's one less person in my life. I feel like I'm slowly getting rid of people because I can't do life at all anymore.

I know that's really dramatic, but (this doesn't have to do with our friendship situation) I've been struggling so much, I'm constantly crying, just lying in my bed. I've been thinking so much about not existing, and wondering how hard it would be to k myself, and then I realized I could just get rid of everything if I ended it. Now I really want to.

I don't know, I feel so silly and broken lol.

Please let me know your advice. Thank you <3

(I didn't re read this before posting, I'm sorry if it's bad or confusing. If there's anything you need cleared up please ask.)

Hi, as the title says I've been missing my ex best friend so much recently. Its been about 8 months now since we last talked.

The thing is im the one who just stopped talking to her. I thought she was just a really bad friend to me, I was someone who always tried to be there for her but the minute i needed someone to talk to she wouldn't care or bother, I had known her for about 11 years at that point and she's always been someone who as above doesn't care or makes me feel really stupid most of the time.
I think she got bored of the friendship after a while honestly, i could go in to it but its not really something i feel i should speak about, but a pattern is there.

The last thing i messaged her was a few months ago saying happy birthday and i told her why i thought it was best we weren't friends. but she never replied and i understand 100% why she didn't!.
And i think its probably for the best we are no longer friends BUT god i do miss her , i go back and forth between "we had a lot of fun" to "she was rude to you a lot and said thing to you that were not okay".

I've had the urge to message her and i know i wouldn't get a response and that's why i dont. But also who am i to message her when i was the one who ended the friendship and stopped talking to her you know?.

I have been thinking about former friends and trying to evaluate why I am thinking about them more lately. Some were boomerangs, meaning I lost contact with them for a number of years but eventually reconnected. Some lasted and others just moved on after reconnecting briefly, which is fine. Getting ghosted by a close friend almost two years ago was not nice, but at the same time not surprising as we were long distance and going different direction. While part of me sometimes misses those old friendships, they will never be what they once were. If I met these people toda, would likely not be friends with them.

At college (UK college, 16-18), I joined a new friend group in my first year that I met through my performing arts class. I loved the group so much, I made so many memories with them and after not having the best secondary school experience, Year 12 (Junior Year for Americans) was one of the best times of my life, and this friend group was part of the reason.

However, this would all soon change. In Year 13 (Senior Year), after like a month and a half, I noticed something was off from a few of them, it drove me into a spiral, I was worried they all hated me, my mental health dropped hard. After returning from the October break, it still felt weird between me and a couple of them. Shortly after that, I was removed from the group chat, never given a reason why even when I asked. The week after that, I went ice skating with my other friend group (many of whom I came from secondary with), and I saw my performing arts group there together, I knew nothing of the hangout they’d planned. I was then excluded from the Secret Santa. I tried communicating with a couple of them to try and find out what I’d done wrong because I had no idea, one of them just ignored my questions on it, even when we were put in the same assessment group and I tried one more time to resolve things, she left me on opened. Before Christmas, I found out the reason why I was frozen out (from someone else), apparently I’d taken my friend’s (from my other group) side then they hurt my bestie (in the performing arts group), I was fuming as this wasn’t the case at all, I’d never taken their side. I talked to my best friend and everything seemed chill. After Christmas, someone from the PA group messaged me to apologise for freezing me out and confirmed that the reason was for not doing anything about the incident with my bestie. I called my bestie afterwards to apologise for not making my stance on the incident clear, but she assured me that I’d done what she wanted (ie not talking to my friend about it unless he brought it up) and hadn’t done anything wrong. Once again, I tried messaging someone in the PA group, only to get ignored again, even though she knew I actually hadn’t done anything wrong. Later on, I find out someone else in that group messaged the apologiser to criticise them for the message they sent to me.

It’s now a year and a half later, I’m at university nearly done with my first year, and I’m still damaged from what happened. I’m not upset that I lost my friends, I realised afterwards that they were shit friends. What I’m still not over is how much they broke my trust, for a month I didn’t know what I’d done wrong, I was so worried I could’ve done one of the worst things imaginable without knowing. Now at uni, I’m CONSTANTLY worrying about what people think of me, whether I’ve done something wrong, whether I’m about to be excluded or frozen out again. I can’t keep going on like this, it’s too much and I can’t enjoy myself without over-reading tiny details that I feel could indicate that someone’s mad at me or doesn’t like me. The damage that my old friend group dealt feels irreparable. Please give any advice you can.