Erm...My worst beak up was one of my best friends, before we dated too, he was one of my friend's, friends, that graduated. My friend used to sneak on campus at lunch to see everybody from time to time (like twice a week because he was a bum) and he'd bring my now ex with him, so that's how I started talking to him. We started hanging out on our own as actual friends for the first time, when he was at one of my other friends birthday parties. I was like "oh hey I know that guy" and then after that we started hanging out all the time because I would randomly see him where ever I went since he apparently knew everyone I did.
So we started hanging out a lot, but as good friends, like I could go to his house and hang out and it wouldn't be weird or awkward and his mom was awesome lol, and my dad didn't mind because he was cool with his mom. So it was like either I was at his house all the time or he was at mine. From like, my beginning freshman year HS (he was a Jr. didn't go to my school) till the end of Sophmore, that summer before Jr. year was when it was like "hey I think like you". So we were together pretty much all Jr. Year, then the summer before senior is when it got all stupid. He started doing drugs, and I'm not talking about weed here....
He had this friend that I never liked, that was a super druggie that would always offer as a joke, but I was so sure he wouldn't do that. I would have felt better if it was weed even. So I found out because this guy I knew told me that they were all hanging out and he actually did some stuff which made me super worried, but I didn't have time to say anything until ...
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Which explained why every time I would go over he'd put a sweater or some kind of long sleeve on, So there was always fighting about that....
And, I guess it was the last straw when he came to my house one day at like 2:00 in the morning, (no one was home thank god) Drunk ass hell wanting to stay at my house because he couldn't drive-_- so we got into this huge thing of the "me trying to help the retarded boyfriend from doing stupid stuff because I care" to him drunk cussing me out and leaving. The day after he came over and tried to apologize and all that but I didn't really care at the time. I was upset because all I was trying to do was help and I get cussed out and called names whether you're drunk or not (he said some pretty nasty things). He apologized Like three other times but...
We still say hi and stuff if I see him from time to time (way older O.O), but it's just a casual "Hi how are you?" Sucks because he's still an awesome person, but I'm not dealing with that bullshit.
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