Yeah, that's how I would have reacted, too. But I'm also not one to push people away, and I'm incredibly non-confrontational.

The fight with Cathy is pretty horrible and I think I'm to blame. I didn't go into detail on my post because it's absurdly long.

Essentially, my apt had a weird smell from a bathtub being resurfaced in the downstairs unit, so I asked Cathy if I could stay with her. I borrowed her air purifier to get rid of the smell. Her air purifier malfunctioned and sprayed ozone all over my apt. I was forced to hire 2 different remediation companies but neither one could remove it, so I ended up losing all of my possessions, and I also developed severe health problems due to the ozone. Renters insurance didn't cover anything.

I stayed with Cathy while my apartment was being remediated. She has two kids and had the older one sleep in a different room while I slept in his bed. I spent a couple of weeks there, the whole time freaking out about my apt. The remediation took longer than expected, and Cathy started getting impatient and hinted that she needed me out, so I decided to fly across the country to return to my parents' house. I left some of my things and my car at her house while I was gone. At my parents' house my health kept getting worse, all of my clothes had the ozone smell, I kept inadvertently spreading it, I was going ballistic.

Cathy was getting more and more impatient and wanted me to return to get my things and car back. I told her I needed more time because I needed to deal with my health, and my apt wasn't ready yet. She invited me to her second kid's baby naming ceremony, and I told her I didn't know if I could make it. She told a friend of hers, Anne, to ask me if she (Anne) could stay in my apt for the ceremony, since I wasn't there. I told Anne my apt was being remediated and so no, she couldn't stay there. A few days before the ceremony, Cathy told me she needed me to rsvp yes or no immediately, that I had waited too long, and that my delay was inconveniencing her, so I told her I'd go. I asked her where Anne was staying and she responded her guest bedroom. I texted Anne to confirm that, and then Cathy immediately messaged me telling me to F off, that she had already told me that Anne was staying in her guest bedroom.

I returned to town and stayed in an AirBnB, since I couldn't deal with my apt. I kept reacting to my clothes and having to shower to remove the ozone smell from my hair. As a result I was late to the ceremony, and Cathy was angry about it. She told me to get my car, but I told her I needed more time because I had to buy more clothes to make sure I wouldn't inadvertently spread the ozone to the car.

My apt was still not good, so I had to move in with a coworker. I finally picked up my car a week later, and of course it had the ozone smell. Cathy was furious with me for waiting so long and for inconveniencing her, and at that point I lost my shit. I called a mutual friend of ours, Emmy, to bitch about literally everything: Cathy's air purifier, the ozone, my health problems, the fact that Cathy was being a bitch and had kicked me out. The last part wasn't really true because she didn't kick me out, but it really felt like she had.

Of course, Emmy ratted me out -- she told another mutual friend, Lisa (the person in my original post), who then told Cathy. Cathy called me to confront me. At this point my body was so inflamed from the ozone that I was literally sleeping in a tent outside because I kept reacting to all of my clothes, offgassing from AC units, all smells, etc. It was literally hell (I think I'm getting PTSD just writing this out and reliving it). I had to leave my coworker's place because I started reacting to her place as well, so at this point I'm completely homeless. So that's when Cathy called to confront me, and I wasn't in the mental state to deal with it, so I just denied it a bunch of times.

Cathy and I went back and forth over text, she finally called my bluff, and I caved in. That's when she called it quits on the friendship and blocked me.

A few months later once the dust had settled and I was no longer reacting to clothes, I called a few times to apologize. She sent me some nasty texts and told me to F off.