We all have had that one friend that our parents warn us about. You know, the friend that really doesn't give a damn about you or your own well-being. I've been there as a young adult. Rebecca was that friend. It took the unnecessary stress of being in her wedding for me to realize that a former friend of mine was a sociopath. Did I find out the hard way? Yes. I found out for the better, which did me a huge favor in the long run. Did she break me? No. Sometimes, bullies and fake friends make you, not break you.
Feminine Psychopathy: More Common and More Deadly Than One May Think
We all have bad relationships, and I was not in the best place before I started dating my current boyfriend, Freddy. I was dating a guy I'll call Stefan. It was a regrettable experience for a first relationship, for a lack of a better description. I was ashamed to be seen in public with him because of his inappropriate behavior; when he'd act out, nothing was off-limits. On top of that, NONE of my friends liked Stefan because "he acts like a clown." Also, I was surrounded by crazy people who loved to make others miserable nonstop; what was once a relationship I was apart of had become equivalent to a nuclear war zone, and it was sad. Long story short, I put up with too much from people who were far from normal, and it just felt like I was involved in a war that wasn't worth fighting. (98.7, thank you for constantly playing "Dreams" by Fleetwood Mac constantly. Dy the way, "Dreams" (1977) is the ORIGINAL breakup diss track.) It drove me insane and I just straight-up shattered one day. Yeah, Stefan stopped talking to me at the request of someone who makes Cersei Lannister look as innocent as Alice in Wonderland, but I was in for the best part of the biggest slap in the face three months later.
Author’s Notes: This is solely from childhood experience. Individuals’ names have been changed for privacy.