I had a friend once, and then I met a friend through him. A girl — but it’s not what you think. She was my friend but he never liked her. She accused him of SAing her, and then moved away. I actually heard about it through his family. Like they found out the other family was moving and I guess someone asked and she made an accusation but couldn’t prove it, so her parents decided to move. I still think about her, and I’ve based my Animal Crossing characters after her, basically wishing she’s living her best life somewhere. The crazy thing is, he never said he didn’t SA her, just that she was a selfish bitch and this that and the third… I never trusted him after that. He was not a friend to me, and I certainly wasn’t going to be around someone who could do something like that. I hope to hell he didn’t do it, but he lost my trust and I lost two friends. I mourn the loss of one of them.

I actually saw him a couple years ago. He’s doing well, some people I know still talk to him. And I never straight up accused him of doing that to her, so I don’t think he ever really hated me or anything, but I’m sure he knows that’s why we aren’t friends. At the time, he acted like it was his choice, he “finally figured out I was a loser” and shit like that.

I just really wish I had her contact information. I’m sure by now she’s married, has a few kids… she might even have grandkids by now. She may not even remember me — another point, she was a bit younger than we were. So she was kinda like a little sister to me, not just a friend. One thing I remember is how light she was. Like she didn’t get enough to eat at home but didn’t have the self-confidence to ask others for food. Like I would have donated my entire allowance ($10/week) to feeding her if it would have helped, or if she would have accepted it. But she let me pick her up and she just weighed like nothing. (And the first time I picked her up, my friend told me to put her on my shoulders, but facing back so my face would be in her belly, but he was implying something else… not very good with female anatomy, but foreshadowing his creep tendencies. I had no attraction to her whatsoever, so I shut that shit down straight away.) But, she was a good friend to me, and tried to be a good friend to him but he just hated her for some reason.

That was over 30 years ago. To be clear, I don’t hold a grudge — I don’t actually know what happened. I just know I lost a good friend. She and I could have been lifelong friends. The age gap was too great for us to have ever dated, even later in life, but I would have stood by her through a lot of shit. And yes, my wife (married almost 20 years) knows about her, and wishes she could meet her.

I was friends with a guy at work for several years, then suddenly the only thing he ever wanted to talk about was how much fun he was having cheating on his wife with various women in our office (2k employees). So I just stopped responding or reaching out.

I’m a big fan of social pruning and I’ve broken up with quite a few friends. Most of the breakups was easy, they were either assholes or we’d grown so far apart that the only viable discussion topic was what happened 10 years ago.

For me, I ask myself how often I keep in touch with them, what our connection is and if it’s a friend I still wish to spend time around. One of the tell-tale signs for me is when I’ve planned something with someone and as the day/hour approaches, I start looking for excuses to do something else.

Found out she was MAGA. I told her in a few lines why I could no longer be her friend. Then I blocked her. I don’t feel much about it anymore.

Let go of all friends who voted trump the first time around. Luckily only two. No regrets.

I’ve broken up with three friends, and cut all three of them out of my life too.

First one was one of my best friends. Over the years, he’d become less and less like a real friend, and he was incredibly childish. The defining moment that ended it for me though was when I moved away and realised that I was wearing a sort of mask, and I was refusing to see all the bad elements of our so-called “friendship” including the way he abused and bullied me. The nail in the coffin was when he refused to come and visit me, but then weeks later asked me to join him at some event twice the distance away.

Second friend was part of the group that involved me and the first friend above, and clearly lacked any interest in talking to me (or the first friend) again after the group collapsed. I feel slightly bad about this one, but it also doesn’t feel like a big loss.

Third guy was my best online friend, and we’d known each other for a very long time from our MMO days. Trouble is, he also had a habit of randomly ghosting me for months or even years at a time, the longest gap of which was 5 years. What he failed (or refused) to realise is that it was very painful for me every time he did it. Well, he did it again and this time I called it quits.

Some people just aren’t worth your time, energy or mental health, stick with the ones who are

Had a college friend. Fun guy, but what started as “a little unreliable” when we lived on campus together turned into “massive flakey ghost” when we didn’t. Drove me a little crazy. Eventually another friend said this guy doesn’t respect me and I should stop wasting my time. I don’t remember if there was a clean break but we haven’t talked in years. I doubt he thinks about me at all, but he’s a sort of archetype of one kind of asshole for me.

But I’m kind of insufferable myself, so there are probably a handful of people out there with stories about me. Welp. Nothing to do but try to do better.

Years and years ago i used to stay at my friend’s parent’s house with him all the time—pretty much lived there. We would hang out and play video games.
We both got jobs after a while and this continued but obviously less.

Later, he started talking to a girl and never had time for me anymore. I moved my PC out of his room so they could spend alone time together in there.

I got tired of feeling undesired so, one day while everyone was gone, i packed my shit and left.

I forgot something, so retured the next day, and he was there. lol I just pretended nothing was going on, grabbed my shit, and left.

Yeah, multiple times. I purge friends every 3-5 years.

It’s easy, you just cut contact, move on with your life, meet other people.

I have never regretted it and it’s always result in a much better things. life is too short to waste it.

Yes. Three times. No regrets. I hope I never see or hear about them ever again. I don’t feel like sharing every detail though. That would take forever.

One contacted me after a decade of ignoring me, just so I could help their friend to settle in the same country I was living in. What irked me was that they were clearly pretending to be very excited to be in touch with me again. Yea right. If they cared for me surely they would have found the time to send a message even if just once every two years, which they didn’t… I can understand people growing apart, but I don’t tolerate being taken for an idiot.

The other, it took me a long time to realize what a passive aggressive asshole they were. They moved elsewhere, and we lost contact for a while. Then they reached out online, and that’s when I realized how much better things were for me without them in my life. So we had a bland chat in which I said the bare minimum, and after that I cut them off.

The other, I would be typing a wall of text to explain what happened. Some prime reddit AITA material. Summarizing, we used to work together at the same place. I covered up for their mistakes (and unexplained absences and missed deadlines) a lot. This put me under a lot of stress. They were also going through a lot of hardship which was totally self inflicted, and against my advice. The situation escalated until I just had to let it go. It’s not exactly the reason my contract didn’t get renewed, or the only thing making my life difficult at the time, but burnout at work was at the core. I can’t help wonder how things would have resolved if I managed to keep a cool head at the moment. What made me burn the bridge was their complete obliviousness to their own blundering afterwards. They learned nothing out of it, and I don’t need a second round of that in my life. So bye bye.

Just posted this this morning, so I’ll just copy paste here

I had a friend break up with me. We got really close pretty quickly (by my frigid standards for sure), and spent a ton of time together. We shared hobbies and did a load of work. Aside from one or two little quirks, the relationship was fantastic.

And then idk. It just got super fucking toxic. I’m sure I’m at fault somewhere in there, but for the majority it just felt like my friend was going off the deep end and there was nothing I was allowed to say during any conversation that wouldn’t end up in paragraphs of a text later. I spent almost an entire year of wondering what I was doing wrong, of what I could do to help… just anything.

And then I was told Christmas eve that they couldn’t handle it any more and they ghosted.

We ended up having a conversation a few months later but I was basically told I had no emotional value to them anymore. Talk about a punch to the gut.

So yeah. Fucking painful as hell. And I still don’t understand what happened, and I assume I never will. My now partner has been friends with this ex friend since childhood, so I’m concerned about future get togethers. But what can you do

Oh yeah I’ve broken up with friends lots of times. The most recent was My friend @Speedforce@multiverse.soulism.net. She was making Herself absolutely miserable and using Me as an excuse for Her depression. She said I wanted Her to be dependent on Me. So I told Her I’m gonna prove that’s not true by kicking Her out of My life.

Once She ran out of excuses to be sad, She toughed up and went and had some fun. Now She has meatspace friends and an optimistic attitude. And we’re slowly exploring maybe being friends again. We’re not there yet, but we might be in a few weeks or months.

That’s the best a friend breakup has ever gone for Me. I’ve had a lot of worse ones. I can tell some really sad stories and some deeply sickening ones.