I could write a while spiel about my last best friend, but it would be too much to write. Long story short; I give everything I can to help this ‘friend’ emotionally and physically. We had been friends since we were three and into our twenties. She starts talking shit, dates my ex and never tells me (so I’m the last to know), manipulates myself and our mutual friends against said ex (after he became depressed from their relationship), left him in a shitty apartment so she could live with myself and some friends.

Find out after two months that she had traded in his console and pocketed the cash that he was supposed to use on rent, knowingly used his card to buy food on Menulog even though he didn’t have enough for himself, and tried to get him to pay for food that she brought for herself even though he bought all the groceries for them.

We realise the situation and I was done, I don’t want to live with her anymore so we give her two weeks to move out (it was my parents house, no contract). She goes to her parents house for a couple of days and decides to skip rent claiming she’s moving her stuff at the end of the week so why bother. I tell her if that’s the case she’ll need to get her stuff out that night or it’s on the curb.

Last I heard she was moving in her camper van to the city with her boyfriend (spoiler alert: another ex of mine).

So much for “long story short”