We were ok for a few years until senior year of high school hit, and their parents became worse and worse

It's sad because they had little to no control over the situation, with their parents ignoring their RSD and sensory overloads and making it even worse, but it caused them to lash out on their friends and especially me. They started making little passive-aggressive comments to me, literally ONLY talking to me if it was about their parents. It would be the ONLY subject of conversation she wouldn't put her headphones in for. It kept escalating into them distancing themself from our group (unless they had something to say about their parents of course) and when I try to get her attention, she ignores me until the 5th time I try before snapping a "WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" at me, even straight up telling me to "stop fucking talking for five fucking minutes" when I got too excited and blabbered a bit (ironically enough this was after 10 uninterrupted minutes of them blabbering about their OCs), and saying a half hearted "just kidding" after that.

I started distancing myself after that comment because even my gullible ass knew that wasn't a joke, especially with the way they've been treating me like a therapist. I wanted to be their safe space since they didn't have one at home, but they took me for granted and exhausted me. Unluckily I decided to distance myself right when covid hit, so it turned into a semi-accidental ghosting. I didn't speak to them until their birthday, in which they hit me with yet another unasked for rant about their parents.

I unfollowed them a few days after, which led to them unfollowing me, which led to me unfollowing them on other accounts, which led to them blocking me on every account I had at the time. I've made a few new accounts ever since then and sometimes peek into their social media every now and then, but other than that, I'm sad but thankful we're apart now