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Reddit’s “you don’t owe anyone anything, ever” attitude is more brazen than what most people will outright say, but it’s essentially what most people have internalized. Estrangement, not just with friends but with family, has to be way up in recent decades. There’s this belief that every relationship has to serve you at all times and if it stops serving you, even temporarily, you have a right to end it.

There’s just so many forces pushing people away from each other, even separate from this pervasive cutting-off culture. I find it really concerning.

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“Maybe a woman who has been in Katie’s or Jessica’s shoes will read this and feel better about her obnoxious friend who disappeared, realizing that the problem wasn’t her, it was the friend’s anxiety and conflict-averse nature.”

My friend “Nell” was my best friend since kindergarten. I went to college halfway across the country, but we saw each other when we were home and she went on my family vacation for a week every summer. Then during junior year, she started dating her now-husband and was less communicative with me during the school year. My parents were friends with her parents, and during Christmas break, the families were supposed to meet up and go out to dinner. Nell and her boyfriend showed up late and seemed weirdly distant from everyone else. I tried to get to know him, but he was really standoffish.

For the rest of the school year, Nell barely got in touch. Then my extended family decided to not have the vacation anymore because most of the cousins were teenagers or in college and had summer jobs. I didn’t bother telling Nell because I figured she was busy, wasn’t really connecting with me, and wouldn’t want to go anyway. She did find out afterward that our family had quit doing the vacation and it wasn’t that I’d just stopped inviting her. We graduated from college the year her younger sister graduated from high school, and I saw her at her sister’s graduation party.

After college, I went to law school locally and she was living with her boyfriend about a hundred miles away in a neighboring state. Now that we were geographically closer together, I wanted to see each other more often, and kept trying to schedule when my now-husband and I could come visit. She was the one who suggested we visit in the first place, but wouldn’t commit to a date.

My husband and I started dating in high school, so Nell had known him for a long time, too. We all did the same extracurricular together in high school. She knew we wanted to get married eventually, and one day in an email she asked if we had any wedding plans yet.

I wrote her this long, heartfelt email asking her to be my maid of honor. I said I knew we weren’t as close as we used to be, but I still considered her my best friend and this would be a fun and happy time to see each other more often. I mentioned that my parents were paying for the whole wedding and that because most of the other bridesmaids were going to be teenage relatives, I wouldn’t expect her to throw a bachelorette party. I also mentioned that I knew she’d hate the bridesmaids’ dresses - she hated dresses, period - but if she ever wanted me to be in her wedding someday, I’d wear whatever crazy outfit she wanted me to. (She used to say that when she got married, she wanted the whole wedding party in clothes covered in duct tape.)

She didn’t respond for about two weeks. Then she emailed back and said her answer was “no, at this time” (whatever that meant) because she didn’t want to have to pretend we were as close as we used to be. WHEN I’D SPECIFICALLY ACKNOWLEDGED THAT WE WEREN’T AS CLOSE AS WE USED TO BE. It was so coldly worded and it felt like someone had just stabbed me.

I sobbed to my mom, “This is the meanest thing that anyone has ever done to me.” I was suicidal in fifth grade over harassment from classmates, so that statement meant a lot. The worst part was that Nell acted like I was asking her to pretend something when I explicitly was not, and that our friendship didn’t mean enough to her that she could bother to show up in the metro area where her parents still lived and wear a dress for a few hours just in honor of our long history. At that point in my life, I had one other friend, who lived in a different country, so this basically meant that not only had I lost my oldest, best friend, but I’d lost half of all my friends in the world.

I never even responded to the email. There was nothing I could say. I thought maybe she’d enjoyed hurting me and I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of seeing it. She’d been my best friend, but her dad always encouraged her to be more like me, which was NOT my fault, and I thought maybe she was trying to get me back for that. I didn’t even want to plan my wedding for months because I was so depressed that I wouldn’t have my best friend there as maid of honor. My mom had to tell me, “You know, we really need to get started planning this wedding.”

I didn’t invite Nell. My parents invited her parents because they were still friends with them, and my parents were inviting several of their other friends. About a year later, Nell invited me and my parents to her wedding; I didn’t respond, but my parents went out of courtesy to her parents. Nell sends a Christmas card to my parents every year and includes me and my husband in who it’s addressed to. My mom used to mention it to me every year when they got the card, but I told her I didn’t want to hear about it anymore. I was actually dreading hearing about it each year because it was just a reminder of all the pain.

Nell and I did EVERYTHING together in kindergarten through high school. My kids want me to tell them stories about when I was a kid, but I usually can’t because Nell’s in 90% of my childhood memories. We had so many inside jokes that when I wrote them all down in sophomore year of high school, they filled half a notebook.

Around two years ago, the mother of one of our mutual high school friends died. I couldn’t go to the funeral because I would have had to take my preschooler with ADHD who couldn’t sit through church. My mom went and saw Nell there, who asked if I was coming. My mom said she thought Nell was really hoping I would be there. I haven’t communicated with Nell since I asked her to be my maid of honor. Sometimes I wonder if I should, but I can’t say anything to her that isn’t angry.

Nell’s whole family is bad at confrontation. Her father has a super-obvious eating disorder and no one mentions it to him, even though they all agree he has one. I used to be like an honorary daughter in her family and she was like an honorary daughter in my family, so I know all the family dynamics, or at least the past history of those dynamics. I miss Nell, but I also don’t know who she is anymore.

Thanks for writing this piece.

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