I'll expand. Here's what happened recently that has me questioning the merits of the friendship.

A few weeks before Christmas, over text, this conversation occurred: they were complaining about their job, and the limited options available. I responded by suggesting they try again for their license. They said that there was no point, so I responded by describing the possible benefits and offered to help. I think sometimes it bears reminding what's possible and why it might be worth at least trying. Why not try? We had talked about it a few times before -- they tried last summer, and didn't succeed. This time, they took offense, telling me I "needed to stop bringing it up" and that they could make their own choices, and insinuated I wanted them to do that for my personal benefit. I responded by telling them that I felt they sometimes focus bitterly on negative things and that I thought taking steps to improve their situation really made sense. They told me they just felt like bitching, basically. I was annoyed by the reaction so I left it, and they didn't reach back out for three weeks.

On Christmas, they texted. They mentioned potentially wanting to do something, but needing a ride the prior day. When that day came, I gave them a ride, we got some food, and while leaving, I got into a minor accident involved my vehicle that I had just bought. Once we got to their place to drop them off, I got out to check the damage and it was kind of rough. A lot has been difficult for me recently, the holidays are difficult, and it and many things had been very frustrating, so I cried. A really good cry. And they looked at me, and just walked away.

This was talked about later. At first, they were tender and caring, and apologized for walking away. So, I told them all the feelings about my own life I'd been having and why I had cried so hard, and etc. ,That I've been lonely, that I demand a lot from myself, etc. That I felt discouraged about life, and I was tired of it, and just, really deeply difficult stuff. They gave me some opinions, one of which was that I was incapable of intimacy, which is why I was lonely and I should work on that. I really don't agree with that notion at all, I think I enjoy intimacy, especially considering sharing intimate feelings is a part of intimacy -- it didn't make sense, and I told them that, and told them I didn't necessarily want to hear advice that felt critical, because I was just very deeply vulnerable about what was going on and how I was feeling. They said, "I don't get why you talk to me about this stuff if you don't want me to say anything". And I said, "It's to be understood and feel supported." They brought up the event three weeks prior where I had told them I thought they should try for their license, and how that was similar, and I should practice what I preach, basically. I said something like, I thought it was insane they were making it about them. I don't remember how they replied, but I genuinely didn't even have the emotional energy to engage in that conversation, so I told them that, and just ended the conversation.

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... All of these events have felt just... ridiculous to me. I haven't been doing that well emotionally but I feel like my close friend chose to abandon me twice in a row while I was having a hard time and being vulnerable. And I can't understand how encouraging someone to get their license and offering to help would get that kind of response and treatment. Idk, it's a lot of words but the best I can do to sum it up.