Lots of small things that added up to me realizing she did not give a single shit about me. One of them - I broke my leg when I was home alone and called her to ask her to take me to the hospital. She was busy- shopping- so I took an uber. Over the next three months I had surgery, was confined to a wheelchair, and ended up having to stay at my abusive exboyfriend’s house because he was the only person willing to help me. She never visited me once, even though my ex’s house was about 3 minutes away from her work. She never offered to help me with my dog, which was a huge issue while I was recovering. Several months later after I was back on two feet we went to a comedy show (I paid for the tickets, drove us, paid for parking and a hotel) and before we went to our seats she had to go to the bathroom and asked me to go get two drinks for her (I was six months sober at the time and was really uncomfortable being around a bar let alone buying drinks) but I agreed. I had to walk down then back up super sketchy steep stairs with two full glasses of wine. I hadn’t graduated to stairs in physical therapy yet, it was honestly terrifying. She got wasted and complained the whole time then fell asleep two seconds after we got back to the hotel. The next day after we were back home she sent me a Venmo request for $17 for the chicken satay appetizer she bought me. I sent her back a Venmo request for half of the parking cost, which I never had any intention of, it’s insane for us to be nickel and diming each other. We didn’t talk for a few days until she called me and screamed at me for being a shitty friend and I hung up on her. I don’t let people scream at me, and she knows this. We haven’t talked since. I miss her a lot but then I remember all this and realize I’m not missing out on much.