Was friends with my ex best friend for 8.5 years. I supported her through multiple suicide attempts and her sister's suicide and funeral. She struggled with bpd but I also struggled with depression and anxiety and cptsd. Over the past 5 years I have grown to be more secure from having the most complicated attachment style which is the disorganized attachment style. Recently something happened and I talked to my therapist about how she put my life in danger and never wanted to

We haven’t broken up but we’ve had so many breaks that at this point I have made peace with us never having the relationship we used to have. The first time we had a break was due to a misunderstanding which I wasn’t privy to. Stayed quiet for about two years. We worked hard to revive that relationship and had a good run. Then life happened again. Grief. Silence. Public disagreement. I was shocked and drew a line. But we’ve been friends for almost two decades. No one knows me

I'm a curious person and I had a friend who is now an acquaintance. We used to be so close. Her name was W (I think I'll just use her initials here). In Uni, nothing could separate us. Our dynamic was - she led and I followed. Looking back, I genuinely can say I was her lap dog. In Uni I wasn't exposed to life and I easily trusted anyone, especially her. We were so happy, I used to look at her and think - damn she had her life figured out while I'm just cruising. I loved her

That one person you have known all your life, survived the hood dramas, stayed besties, through high school and college crushes, stayed besties through career moves and hustle, stayed besties through marriage, raising kids. Until, bestie has issues with her marriage and everything starts to spiral. And that's just the beginning. I offered a shoulder to cry on, I offered the voice of reason between the troubled couple but one among them was done with the marriage. Healing kwa