u/Ok-Bite1971

I saw a reel once where someone said:

“People who have no friends usually have a reason. There’s probably something wrong with them.”

At first, I ignored it.

But lately, I can’t stop thinking about it.

Since 7th grade, I only had two close friends. And honestly, our group was pretty popular in school. People knew us. People talked to us. It’s not like I was invisible or incapable of making friends.

I just never felt the need to let other people into my space.

I genuinely believed the three of us would always stay together, so I never really tried building deep friendships with anyone else. I thought I already had my people.

Then class 11th happened.

In class 11th, I experienced my first relationship breakup and my first friendship breakup at the same time.

I got betrayed by love for the first time.

And when I needed my friend the most, she abandoned me too.

I had gotten into a relationship in 10th grade, and when we broke up in 11th, it was messy. That’s when everything started changing.

One of my closest friends stayed friends with my ex after the breakup. I told her it hurt me. I explained that things between me and him ended badly and I wasn’t comfortable with them staying close.

But she said:

“He never did anything wrong to me.”

“We’re just friends.”

Eventually, I cut her off.

Later, I found out they started dating.

And I don’t think people understand what that kind of pain does to someone.

Losing a relationship hurts.

But losing your best friend during that same heartbreak changes something inside you.

It felt like I lost two people at once.

The person I loved.

And the person I thought would stay beside me while I healed.

After that, me and my other friend became even closer because now it felt like we only had each other left. And honestly? I thought that was enough. I didn’t need a hundred friends. I just needed one person who would stay loyal.

But then she betrayed me too.

The whole story about that is already on my Reddit page if anyone wants the full context.

And I think that’s the part nobody understands.

People say:

“If someone has no friends, there must be something wrong with them.”

But what if the reason someone has nobody left is because the few people they trusted broke them enough to stop opening up to others?

I never really let people into my life.

Not because I hated people.

Not because I thought I was better than anyone.

I just thought I already had genuine friendships.

So I never searched for more.

And now the same people I trusted the most are the reason I have nobody left.

That’s what hurts.

Not the loneliness itself.

But realizing the people you built your entire comfort around didn’t even think twice before doing things that would destroy you emotionally.

So tell me honestly—

Am I really wrong for expecting loyalty from the people I considered my best friends?

Should I have just accepted everything quietly and stayed?

Or do people nowadays simply not value friendships the same way anymore?

Because at this point, I genuinely don’t know if I’m too emotional, too attached, or just surrounded by the wrong people.

I haven’t talked to my first best friend in almost three years now, and somehow I learned how to live with that loss. But I think the only reason I could move on back then was because I still had someone beside me. I still had my other best friend, so even after losing one person, I never truly felt alone.

But now it’s been months since I’ve talked to her too, and this time the silence feels heavier.

It’s not like I have absolutely nobody. I do have people I can talk to. But there’s a difference between talking to people and feeling understood by someone who actually knows how much a person meant

Sometimes I turn my pain into anger and say harsh things about her, because being angry feels easier than accepting that I still grieve someone who hurt me.

But the real grief behind it — the attachment, the comfort, the emotional dependence, the emptiness she left in my life — I never truly talk about that part with anyone.

Because I don’t think anyone around me fully understands what she was to me.

And maybe that’s why this friendship breakup hurts differently from the first one. Back then, I lost a person. This time, it feels like I lost the last place where I felt emotionally safe.

And I think that’s the part nobody understands.

I really want honest opinions.

So remember when I said the rent drama was a whole different episode?

Well, welcome to Episode 2.

After my best friend left the flat and disappeared because apparently the flat had “negative energy,” we obviously stopped talking.

Now here’s the thing — among the three of us, only her boyfriend (let’s call him Aryan, the most common fake name ever) dealt directly with the broker and landlord. He found the flat, handled everything, had everyone’s number, and paid the rent every month. We would just send him our share, and he would pay the landlord.

We shifted on 28th November, and my birthday was on 29th, so every 28th the rent had to be paid.

After all the friendship drama, I decided to continue living there because where else was I supposed to go? I had already left the PG, unlike some people.

Everything was going so smoothly that I should’ve known something was wrong.

So December came, and I had to go on a trip. I paid for my trip, and because of that, I was short by ₹2000 for the rent. So I asked Aryan very politely, “Can you please adjust ₹2000 this one time for me? My mom sends me my monthly money on the 1st, and I’ll return it immediately.”

And he was like, “Yeah okay, I’ll see.”

Oh, fun fact — even though his girlfriend told me not to cook for him anymore, I was still cooking for him.

How kind of me.

Or should I say… how foolish of me?

Anyway, one day I was sleeping when my ex-best friend came over. They thought I was asleep, but I could hear everything.

And this man was telling her, “She’s asking me to adjust the rent. What should I do?” in the most dramatic voice possible, like he was the victim here.

And Madam Bestie, after doing all this drama, suddenly decided to become supportive for the first time and said, “What is this drama? Just send me all the money and show her your account balance and say you don’t even have money yourself.”

Wow.

Like excuse me — first of all, I asked for ₹2000, not a kidney.

And second, if you both were so bothered, you could’ve just said no directly instead of discussing me like I’m some criminal mastermind trying to scam you out of crores.

The next day, I borrowed money from a friend and gave him the full rent. I even apologized for asking him to adjust it.

I didn’t realize it then, but the universe was literally giving me signs.

So 28th December passed, and in my imagination, I thought the rent had been paid.

January came. Everything seemed normal. He went home for… honestly, I don’t even know what, and I went on my trip. I came back around 7th January.

We obviously weren’t talking much, but I genuinely thought the rent situation was sorted.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

On 16th January, he suddenly called me out of nowhere asking if I had ₹4000 because apparently the landlord was constantly calling him for rent.

And THAT is when I found out this man had not paid the rent.

FOR TWENTY DAYS.

His excuse?

He told the landlord nobody was staying in the flat because he was at home recovering from back surgery, and I was supposedly still on my trip.

Meanwhile, I was literally living there.

Then he said he only had cash and would pay when he came back.

Again — TWENTY DAYS.

So he asked me to send ₹4000 urgently because the landlord was threatening to come to the flat. And at this point, I was still trying to be a decent human being, so I agreed to help.

But my bank account started acting up and the transaction failed. It literally said, “Try again after 24 hours.”

I told him, “I’m trying, but it’s not working.”

And instead of admitting he had no money, he kept saying things like:

“No no, tomorrow I’ll arrange it.”

“I’ll return your money immediately.”

“Just help me this once.”

“I’ll go to a shop tomorrow morning, give them cash, and they’ll pay it online.”

The next day, no landlord came till evening, so I thought maybe he had somehow managed everything or paid the rent in the morning.

WRONG AGAIN.

At around 6:30 PM, the broker and landlord showed up at the flat with some boys.

And the landlord straight-up said the boys were there to throw away our belongings and kick me out of the flat.

And let me tell you — I was ALL ALONE.

The landlord was furious. She started yelling that the rent hadn’t been paid and that I needed to leave immediately. She said she wouldn’t even let me take my belongings unless ₹4000 was paid first.

Mind you, I was alone in that flat getting screamed at by adults over a situation I didn’t even know existed.

I tried explaining that I had already paid my share and didn’t know he hadn’t paid the rent.

And she straight-up said:

“That’s not my problem.”

Honestly? Fair enough.

I asked her to at least let me stay one night, and then she started threatening to call the police if I didn’t leave immediately.

Now imagine me standing there terrified because if my parents found out I got into police trouble because of my “independent flat era” and the decision I made without even asking them, they would’ve dragged me home forever.

So naturally, I started panic-calling both of them.

Neither picked up.

Amazing teamwork, honestly.

Because I had no other option, I called one of my friends crying and told him to come immediately because I genuinely didn’t know what to do at that point.

That friend literally came within 40 minutes, paid the ₹4000, helped me pack my stuff, and took me with him because the landlord wanted me out THAT NIGHT.

At like 8 PM.

While packing, I went into Aryan’s room expecting at least some actual belongings.

This man had like 2–3 pairs of clothes and barely anything else there.

At that point, I genuinely started wondering whether this man was actually living there or just visiting the flat occasionally.

Anyway, the broker was actually really kind. While the landlord was screaming at me, he was the one asking her not to yell at me. He also told me:

“We’ll tell him that unless he pays the ₹4000 back, we won’t let him take his belongings.”

So I left with my stuff and spent the night elsewhere.

A few days later, I called him asking for my ₹4000 back because HELLO??? I had borrowed that money from my friend.

And this man politely said:

“Yes yes, I’ll return it as soon as I have it, and I’m really sorry this happened because of me.”

And like the emotional clown that I am, I trusted him again.

A week later, I texted him asking about the money, and he said he was going on a trip and didn’t have ₹4000 right now.

I’m sorry… WHAT???

You have money for a trip but not ₹4000???

Apparently, he told people he was going to the Philippines.

Meanwhile, I’m pretty sure this man was in Goa.

INTERNATIONAL LIAR WITH DOMESTIC BUDGET.

Then after some more days, I messaged him again and my messages started showing only one tick ☑️

Yes, you guessed it right.

He blocked me.

So I contacted him from another number, and suddenly his entire personality changed.

He said:

“I never asked you to pay ₹4000. The landlord already had the security deposit,” and blah blah blah.

Sir, WHAT???

You literally apologized and promised to return it.

And now suddenly it’s:

“Why did you pay?”

Maybe because I was alone at night being threatened with police action while you were peacefully chilling at home and not answering calls???

But honestly, the funniest thing about this entire story is that this man loved acting rich in front of everyone.

He used to proudly show me his bank account saying:

“Papa just sent me ₹1,50,000.”

But apparently ₹4000 was his final boss battle.

What I’m actually happy about is that during our last WhatsApp argument, I said a LOT of things that definitely hurt his ego. And in the end, he admitted that he couldn’t pay my money back.

I was so furious that I literally told him:

“Keep the money. I don’t want it. I’m not dying for ₹4000.”

Now do I regret saying that?

Absolutely.

Because ₹4000 is actually a BIG amount for me.

I could’ve bought like three dresses with that money.

But okay.

Whatever.

So three geniuses — me, my best friend, and her boyfriend — decided to move into a flat together. The plan was simple: split rent and expenses, cook together, and build a happy independent life. Only one issue — none of us knew how to cook properly. Our qualifications were YouTube tutorials and calling our moms for help. We couldn’t afford a cook because none of us had told our parents that we were shifting from a PG to a flat.

Still, the excitement was high. New flat, freedom, grown-up era. No curfew after 9 PM.

After shifting, the very next day was my birthday. We enjoyed it and celebrated, and then 3–4 days later, we all went back home for a few days. We came back after a week and decided to throw a house party for friends and ex-roommates. Her boyfriend was not part of the party. We sent him away saying, “It’s gonna be girls only.”

The party was fun.

But after everyone left, the flat looked like a crime scene — dirty dishes everywhere, bottles lying around, a dirty kitchen, sticky floors, and whatnot.

And Madam Bestie decided to go to Noida to visit her sister the very next day after the party, leaving me alone with the entire mess. Was there any emergency? No. I asked her not to go. Did she stop? Again, no!!!

So she stayed there with her sister for like 15 days. Meanwhile, I was here cooking alone for her boyfriend and myself because her boyfriend didn’t know a thing about cooking. Of course, he was washing dishes, but still, I was doing something that we had decided to do together.

What was I expecting in return? Just them being grateful.

Were they? Again, a big NO!

Then my mom got suspicious that something was going on because I wasn’t picking up her video calls and was only talking to her on voice calls. So she showed up unannounced, and there was a whole drama at the end. She agreed that I could stay in the flat, but obviously with full disappointment.

I was already feeling guilty because my mom wasn’t talking to me, and it had been like three days. I called her, but she wasn’t picking up my calls.

And while all this was going on, Madam Bestie came back from Noida — not to stay, but to pack. And not normal packing either. She was packing every single thing: utensils, plates, clothes, rubber bands, tiny random stuff.

I asked her what happened, and she said, “My mother and sister are coming to my PG, and I have to show them that I’m still living there, so I’m taking my things so I can pretend I still live there.” (She was still paying PG rent too.)

I did get suspicious because girl, your mom is not coming to inspect missing spoons. Still, I asked her, “So that means you’re coming back, right?”

And she said, “Yeah, of course.”

Then the very next day, I made a group so we could discuss expenses and splitting money and all that. And in that group, I got to know — not from my best friend of seven years, but from her boyfriend — that she was not coming back.

Excuse me??? I’m finding out through a WhatsApp group that my best friend moved out and isn’t coming back?

And the reason was apparently that she “couldn’t live there anymore because the flat had negative energy.”

NEGATIVE ENERGY!!???

Well, I guess the only negative energy there was you.

Mind you, she barely even lived there. We shifted, celebrated my birthday, went back home, came back, did one party, and then she vanished.

After I found out from her boyfriend in that WhatsApp group that she wasn’t coming back, I burst out in anger and we started fighting. She wasn’t even explaining why she wasn’t coming back. She just started saying that I was selfish.

And I was like — how am I selfish here?

My anger was completely valid. You barely lived here. You didn’t even consider talking to me. And when I’m angry, you start saying things like I’m selfish and toxic and that you never wanted to live with me?

Girl, you could have said all this a few days earlier and we would have never shifted together.

Then I calmed down for a second and asked, “Okay, how exactly am I selfish?”

And she started bringing up ancient history about me being selfish — things she had never mentioned before.

Also, I love that on that day, the last word was mine. She left the group, and that’s how we stopped being friends.

I mean, there were times we fought before, and every single time I went back to her saying, “Okay, let’s make up, forget everything.”

But this time I didn’t.

And that’s when I realized she was never really my friend.

Also, during the fight, I brought up things like: “How am I supposed to cook for two people here? What about the rent?”

So her boyfriend said, “You don’t have to worry about the rent. I’ll pay her share, and you only have to pay yours.”

And she said, “Do not cook for my boyfriend anymore.”

And not only that — her boyfriend didn’t even pay the rent that month.

But that’s a completely different episode.

About how the rent situation got worse and how I had to leave the flat at night because of him…

It’s it’s been four months. I haven’t talked to her, and I kinda miss her, and I hate that well you cannot forget someone you spent seven years with so easily