People From Around The World Share Stories Of Friends Who Betrayed Them

My wife said she needed some time for herself so she went to stay at her mom’s for a while. One day I went to pick up my kids and walked in on her and my best friend hooking up.

Turns out it had been going on for a while and she knew him before she knew me (which I had no clue about).

When I said the affair had been going on for a while, I mean for several months before I found out. This was after my 2nd son was born. I have no doubts as to whether my kids are actually mine or not.

Yes, they are now my EX wife and EX best friend.

This happened nearly 16 years ago now. It was a very dark period in my life, but I’m great now. I got 2 great kids out of the relationship. I wouldn’t have met my current wife if this hadn’t happened. Also I believe I’m a stronger person having gone through the whole ordeal.

Just know that if you’re going through something horrible in life and your heart and mind are broken, there is hope for things to get better. It just takes time.

I had a best friend that I knew for 16 yrs. She got pregnant and her parents tried to kick her out. Her parents wanted her to end the pregnancy but she refused.

One of our high school friends told me someone should push her down a flight of stairs so she can miscarry. I told her that’s a very bad idea and defended my best friend.

The next day, the principal came by my class to ask me if I could attend a meeting about something important. If I didn’t attend, I was going to be expelled. When I arrived to the meeting, our shared friend claimed I was going to shove my best friend down flights of stairs so she could miscarry. My best friend believed her.

We stopped talking after that.

Friend told me they weren’t doing anything for their birthday.

On the day of their birthday, photos appeared on Facebook of them out with the rest of our friends.

They’re not my friends anymore.

Years ago when I did a health sciences undergraduate degree, most of the cohort was determined to get into medical school. Our medical school program mainly accepted students from only our competitive undergraduate course, due to subject prerequisites. We all knew each other and were friendly, hanging out together and forming study groups.

Many of my friends were great – we shared tips, resources, practiced exams and interviews together. But there were a handful who really wanted to get into medical school, and since the program ranks applicants mainly based on undergraduate results, the better your friends perform, the lower your ranking is for selection.

So near application time, some of us would head off to the university library to borrow out textbooks to find chapters or page numbers that the lecturer mentioned would be on the exam.

And they would be ripped out. You’d go and find another library copy of the textbook, and that page would be ripped out too. All of them, totally removed in a hurry.

I didn’t believe that someone from our cohort did it, until interview practice began. Students began obtaining copies of the questions from previous years and lying when others asked if they had it. I saw someone give a terrible, awful interview answer and the other student would give them glowing feedback and inform them they should say that, word-for-word, during the interview. It was a mess and a lot of relationships fell apart, or were never the same again.

Made plans to go see a movie with my friends for my 16th birthday and planned it weeks in advance. Everybody bailed the day before/of but I decided to still go see the movie.

Ran into my whole group of friends leaving the movie theater while buying popcorn.

When I confronted them, there was a lot of hemming and hawing with no real explanation and no apology. Still went to see my movie, Underworld, and learned a valuable lesson about people and “friends.” It sucked at the time but eventually that lesson was a great birthday gift.

Had a good bud of mine, who’s the godfather of my son, living with me and my wife. I travel a lot for work, and was out of the country for about 6 months in the Middle East. Came back and found out she was pregnant, with twins, and that they weren’t mine. It’s hard to lose your wife and best friend on the same day.

Then she decided to stay with him. So she told her friends that she had no idea what was wrong with me, but they should pray for me because it looked like I was going through something.

My own mother stabbed me in the back. She was my friend too, but… you’re supposed to be so much more than that.

One day she came over and after buying her groceries, she told me a higher power has been telling her to cut me off for two years and she had to listen. Now she wants to be friends again. That’s a hard nope from me, dawg.

I’m no longer “friends” with any of them.

Was kinda a wake up call though because I definitely gave way too much of myself to those people not knowing that I was the most expendable one. It really taught me not to put others on a pedestal and respect myself more and has since led to me developing far more healthy relationships that bring me a lot of happiness.

I was 13. Having my entire friend group walk away from me when I was in such a crappy place stuck with me forever.

In 7th grade, my best friend wrote a 10-page letter on all the reasons I should end my life, and had all but one of my friends sign in agreement after I confided in her that I felt like something was wrong with me (early undiagnosed depression – go figure).

The day she gave it to me was arguably the worst day of my life at the point because my parents told my sister and I that they were considering divorce, and my grandmother died.

One day a popular kid asked to play with me during recess. I was ecstatic! Until after a while they said “You’re not as bad as ‘friend’ said you are.” And that’s how I learned WHY I was bullied.

We went to the principal’s office and these jerks had the nerve to say that I put it there to get them in trouble. Their parents where called and I earned around $200 and a new pair of jeans. Also I obviously got new friends.

Then, word got around that I had started my period and apparently this was HILARIOUS and also conclusive proof that I could no longer be friends with them, so one day after school those girls and their new friends ganged up on me and tried to beat me up to signal the end of our friendship.

Then, when I was 11 I attended a new school, and I became friends with these girls who were really nice to me. I was the only foreigner in the class and it was a bit difficult for me to adjust, so I was grateful that some students were being welcoming.

They invited me to a sleepover to celebrate one girl’s birthday, and they attacked me by trying to forcibly undress me despite my protests. Obviously, I was massively disturbed, and after that, kept my distance. Then they had the audacity to ask why I was ignoring them. I don’t know, because you clearly have no respect for me or my bodily autonomy?

When you have multiple instances of “friends” harming you and betraying your trust during a pivotal point in your childhood, it seriously damages your ability to connect with others or maintain a healthy self-image.

I had  guy who seemed like a good mate when it was just us, and then as soon as there was someone else, or a group, he would always mock and criticize me and tried to make me the butt of all jokes. Even worse if there were girls around.

After a while, I called him out on it, and he was just like “dude, it’s just a joke”, but I was done with him after that.

I saw him randomly earlier this year, after years of no contact, and it was amicable, and we caught up a bit on how we’re getting on with our lives, and while he has grown up and become a bit more grounded, there’s been no intention of rebuilding a bridge. I think if I ever met someone who has that side to their personality, I’d drop them like a hot potato.

Grew up going to the same church and met my friend and her family when I was 14. We grew up together, hung out and our families would be together all the time. Fast forward many years and I am dating a guy that I fell in love with for almost 3 years at the time. He went to North Dakota to the oil fields for work.

I went to visit him and could tell something was off a bit, took the train from my town to Williston 22 hours to get there. Visited him for 5 days and on the last day he gets up and goes to shower, I grab his phone ( we had an open policy with each other that either could be on each others phones) I found the e-mails between my “friend” and him.

My family still hangs out with her family and her. I refuse to be around or speak to her.

My mom still tries to get me to speak with her because she wants to apologize. She knew she was wrong and blah blah blah but I don’t feel the need for an apology. I just don’t want her anywhere near me or my life.

I called her out on it after she came to sit next to me and told her “why do you even bother sitting with me, when we both know you’re just trying to get stuff to talk about me with them. When I come back from the bathroom you better go sit somewhere else.” I was usually very quiet and that was the first time I stood up for myself.

I had a buddy tell me he couldn’t hang out once because he was really sick. So I went to hang with a different friend. We decided to walk to McDonald’s, which coincidentally had a little type of trail/shortcut that went right by my “sick” friend’s backyard.

Well we got to the trail and saw he wasn’t sick at all, but having a pool party with a bunch of other “mutual friends” from school. I’m 31 and I’m still salty about that. Screw you, Greg. That really hurt.

In college, my best friend and I had an art class together with a guy I was hanging out with on the regular – getting to know each other to see if there was anything more there. He and I hung out, messed around, had fun, etc. Nothing formal or spoken just yet but we communicated daily. We were more than friends, but not a dedicated couple.

One day I stopped by his house after a morning class for a reason that I forget. Knocked, no answer, so I let myself in the unlocked door (small Kansas town, nobody locks anything) so I could leave him a note (this was pre cell phones/texting, at least for me).

Well, her purse was on the chair by the door. Nobody answered when I called out his name. Or hers. His car was there. Her purse was there. They were there. Ugh.

I got back at her though, almost 20 years later: she friend requested me on Facebook and I denied her. Take that, Jessica.

I was at a party with my cousin and his friends. I just moved so I didn’t know them or anyone at the party. I start talking to this really pretty girl. We wander away from the party and start talking. Really hit if off. We kiss some and then head back. My ugly butt is all excited and nervous. We drink some more she gets more and more physical. We move to a bedroom.

Right when I go to close the door my cousin’s buddy comes up and say they need me. I’m like alright so we start walking. I turn back and see my cousin and one of his friends go in the room behind me. I was like… “hey my cousin just went in that room.” Dude straight-up tells me my cousin likes her and he was told to get me away from her.

When I go back to the room it’s been a couple minutes. My cousin and his friend are both hooking up with her.

Didn’t learn my lesson. It took another 6 months for me to finally cut him and his lousy friends out of my life.

We had been very good friends for over 2 years. Their roommate moved out and they asked me if I want to move into their spare room. I was very happy to live with my good friends and I did everything I could to be the best roommate possible.

After 3 weeks they found another source of income and kicked me out. First, they offered to help me find another accomodation but the next day they changed their mind and just told me to leave by the end of the month (it was 7 days until the end of the month).

They haven’t spoken to me ever since. When we met somewhere in town they acted like they had never seen me before. I have no freaking idea what I did wrong.

Told a friend a secret in high school.

“I suffer from major depression and social anxiety, don’t tell anyone, Im seeing a therapist.” That took a lot for me to say. I was making progress.

Friend proceeded to tell the entire class. People thought I was crazy. Thats high school. I stopped being friends with the few friends I had. I was more alone. I graduated high school with zero friends.

Thanks.

Don’t worry though, in college I blossomed into a bearded man with no fears. Life has been swell ever since

I have Asperger’s and as a result I seem to attract narcissists. Both my best friend in high school and my first wife were narcissists. My wife and I were having issues and we decided to try a trial separation. My high school friend slept with my wife two days after we separated.

At the time I thought it was a back stabbing, but years later realize it was a gift, as I had a reason to cut two toxic people out of my life.

When I was in 5th grade, I’d walk to school with my 3 friends.

One day, there were 4 of us (not odd because sometimes someone joined us). About half way to school, one of my friends said, “Okay, stop.” Pointed to the new guy and said “now.” This new guy, who was way stronger than me, beat me up.

When I was on the ground, my now ex friend walked up and explained that I’d ticked him off (he explained what it was, but I’ve forgotten since, but I recall it was petty), so he got the other guy to beat me up. By the way, our other mutual friend stood there looking very guilty the whole time.

So, I stayed on the ground as they walked away. Got up when I knew they were gone. Went to school and got through the day. Never spoke to them again except in passing in high school.

In high school reunions, I’ve had the opportunity to ask why that happened, but some things are just so beyond you leave them alone. However, the guy who looked guilty has always been over-friendly to me. I think he still has regrets for letting that happen, because he didn’t stay friends with the other guy for long after that.

A few years ago I had an iMac that I was selling because I had just bought a fancy new PC that I was going to use for gaming.

I had it listed on various sites for around $1,800 (which was a fair asking price for the model at the time), and had gotten a few bites, nothing concrete.

A (then) friend of mine asked if he could buy it, and he asked if I could do a buddy rate deal for him. Being a good friend, I obliged, and sold it to him for $1,500. It was a little less than I wanted but hey, its only money and I was happy to see it go to a friend.

Not two weeks later I ask him how his new iMac is going, and he tells me that he sold it for $1,850, making a cool $350 profit.

When I asked him why he sold it after asking for friend rates, he said “yeah, but I never said I was going to keep it.”

Total scumbag. I later learned he’s the kind of person who’d sell his own mother for a 10% discount.

If he had bought it off me for $1,800 and resold it immediately for $1,900, I couldn’t have cared less. I sold it for my asking price, and he happened to find someone willing to pay more.

Its more the fact that he asked me to discount it for him specifically so he could turn a profit.

Cannot say we were friends when I think of it… but he was someone I hang with.

I was bullied in school. Basically, I did not know how to defend myself. So it was sort of a love/hate relationship.

At lunch time, I was going to get my lunch as usual. Started to see kids throwing food around the hallway. I did not bother… until I saw that my lunch was the one being thrown around the hallway.

My sandwich. My food. Everything.

They were all cheering.

When I went to get my lunch back (or what was left of it), I was about to pick it up and my ‘friend’ took the lunch out of my hands and threw it back in the party. He actually took the lunch out of my locker when I wasn’t there and started this whole mess.

I just left crushed.

A woman I thought was my friend (we worked together for years, our kids were friends, I helped her and her husband out when he was having mental health problems, she was in my sister’s wedding party) appeared in court as a witness for my ex-wife in her bid to gain full custody.

THANKFULLY she failed and I now have custody of my kids.

I haven’t spoken to my “friend” since because it came out during her testimony that she played a bigger part in my ex-wife’s pre-separation manipulations than I had thought and I don’t need a trash-bag person like that in my life.

She also told a whole heap of other seriously messed up lies over the years, but this one took the cake.

This all starts out poorly by me following my boyfriend to the same college he went to (he was a year older; still don’t regret it after all as I loved my school and everything else a out those 4 years). We were a bit off again, on again first semester I was there (again, red flags!). My new across the hall-mate in my dorm became my “best friend.” She and boyfriend didn’t really like each other but it wasn’t a huge deal; just a personality clash and she didn’t like how he treated me with the on/off crap.

Our school had a winter term in January. Boyfriend lived off campus so he was there and best friend was taking a class; I was home. Best friend was lonely and didn’t know many other people on campus for winter term so I told her to hang out with the boys in my boyfriend’s [frat]house, whom she had friendly-ish with. So they all start hanging out.

And by that, of course I mean they start hooking up.

I get back to school and I immediately can tell things are weird with best friend (unbeknownst to me at the time, boyfriend has had basically our entire relationship to practice covering his tracks and is a smooth and practiced liar by this point). Within a couple weeks, it all comes out that they’d been hooking up and best friend actually tells me “you know how much I’ve wanted a boyfriend; if you were a good friend, you’d let me have him.”

(Why I still wanted to date him at this point is beyond many many MANY people’s comprehension, including mine, but it did involve a dog that I was beyond attached to.)

I do fault them both equally, and did at the time too – I don’t remember being mad at either of them as much as I was just devastated. He was apologetic from the start; she was mean and manipulative (again, not trying to say it was “the other woman’s fault” – just explaining how it all went down). It totally sucked and I felt so betrayed by both of them. Unsurprisingly, I have had a lot of trust and loyalty issues since.

I met this girl who was a friend of a friend, seemed like a sweet girl, a few years younger than me. We ended up becoming friends. It turned out she was pregnant and in a terrible living situation.

Like, the roaches were trying to eat her at night bad. No way I could let her stay there, let alone bring a newborn there, so we made a deal. I needed someone to watch my kids while I was at work, keep the house picked up, make sure the kids were fed etc etc. She came to live with me and my two kids with the understanding that she would take care of the kids and the house while me and SO were working full time.

I bought everything the baby needed, was there when he was born, helped teach her how to take care of him, got her clothes and everything she needed. Far above and beyond our deal. It wasn’t long at all before she wasn’t doing any of the things she was supposed to. She’d cook for herself and leave my kids to fend for themselves while she laid in her room and watched Netflix. She’d trash the house and never clean it. I, of course, got sick of it and gave her a month and a half notice to find a job, somewhere else to live, and get out.

Needless to say, she never bothered to look for a job. She seemed surprised when I did indeed kick her butt out right before Christmas (which I had bought her kid presents for). She ended up going to stay with her grandparents. And periodically sending us threats. You’re welcome, lady.

15. It’s your fault I cheated

She cheated on her boyfriend and somehow it became my fault.

She cheated on her boyfriend while he was at summer training camp. He heard about it and came to my house and asked if it was true. I said I wasn’t going to get involved and if he had questions he should talk to her (my friend), said see you later and I shut the door. So he went to my friend and said “Kate told me everything!” Which caused her to confess.

They stayed together briefly but she blamed me (!?!) for the breakup. Literally kicked me out of her house when I came by to see her the next day. I forever lost my trust of people that day.

Several years ago I moved to Florida. Almost immediately after I met a friend, he was a great guy (so I thought) and we’d constantly hang out/ he’d show me around the town/this state, etc.

About a year and half of knowing him he stole a couple of my credit cards and racked up really big bills. Unfortunately for me, and I know this now but didn’t then, I simply thought calling the credit card company to report your card stolen and cancelling the account also vacated the charges. That’s not true, you actually have to formally contest the charges separately, and you only have 60 days.

By the time I realized this it was too late. I tried, in vain to semi-reconcile with him to try to get a payment plan. He begged me not to call the police. I regret now that I didn’t. I did believe that he had fallen on hard times, and he would get back on his feet, and try to repay me. That didn’t happen. Although, later on he did get arrested for something else and was put on probation.

I figured that would have been the best time to try to recoup the money lost (I had fallen behind on these payments and my credit was starting to suffer. I had to drop out of college because of that.) I did try instead to take him to small claims court. I do realize that civil court is not criminal, but with him now being a convicted felon I might stand a better chance at looking much better.

Instead when we got to court he denied everything, said everything was a gift, and completely slandered me in open court. Why he was allowed to get away with it is beyond me, but that case was dismissed: I got nothing.

My credit suffered for years because of that. I eventually did save up enough money to file for bankruptcy to just get rid of that debt that I couldn’t repay (nor should I have had to). I have never really forgiven him for what he did to me. As far as I know he still lives around, luckily I haven’t seen him in several years. I don’t know what I’d even say if I ever did encounter him. The bankruptcy did eliminate that debt so I cannot (and will not) ever say he owes me anything monetarily. But, he owes me a huge apology.

I remember I got a holographic Charizard when I was a kid and I was so excited to show it off at school the next day. Then, about halfway through the day, it goes missing. I looked EVERYWHERE and I could not find it and was super bummed out. The very next day this kid name Marcelo, who I thought was a friend, shows up with his own Charizard. I couldn’t prove it was mine, I knew in my heart that it was. The timing was just too convenient that I lost mine and then he gets one.

My ‘best friend’ let me crash with her after I was able to escape an abusive (and nearly deadly) relationship. She was married and while her husband was deployed, she cheated. He found out (I’m guessing the neighbors tipped him off since they knew him well enough) and she was convinced I had told him, so she kicked me out, then proceeded to go to my ex abuser’s work and tell him where I was.

In 2014 I woke up Jan. 1st in horrible pain. I ended up needing an emergency surgery to remove my gallbladder. I was a single mom to 2 kids under 5 and had just moved back to my home town after living out of state. We’d had to leave a really crappy living situation and had only been back about a month and I had not found a job at that point.

I had had a really close family friend who had been living with me before I had moved back and he ended up homeless so I bought him an $80 bus ticket and got him back to our hometown and let him stay with me a few days. He quickly found another place to stay but we had invited him to my youngest sons 2nd birthday, which is the 6th of Jan.

I was like 4 days out from surgery at this point and could barely make it down my stairs at this point so he offered to go and pick up the pizza and cake for my son for me. We didn’t have a huge party or anything. I was on food stamps and had cash assistance since my sons dad was not involved at all and did not pay child support. Even so I offered for him to get himself a small pizza to take back to the girl he was staying with since her and her kids couldn’t make it over.

So party goes great, everyone has a good time, especially both my kids. A few days later my grandma was going to go grocery shopping for me so I go to get my card and realize it’s not there. I never got it back from the guy, and I forgot he even had it since I was all doped up on pain meds from surgery.

I tried calling him like 5 times and he didn’t answer, so I get onto my account online to check my balance and he took everything. I had like $600 in cash( paid my rent and bought my kids the things they needed), and then I had like $750 in food stamps. All of it was gone. He let the girl he was staying with convince him to steal my money from me. I’d only used the money to buy the bus ticket, and the pizza and cake for my son since I’d been in the hospital for the first 4 days of the year and only home for 2 after that.

It is still to this day the most intentionally messed up thing anyone has ever done to me, mostly because it was such a huge screw you to my kids. Like who steals from a single mom recovering from a life saving surgery, on her kids’ birthday? Especially after I helped him! Like holy crap.

Oh boy. I had this friend who I used to shoot my guns with all the time. We were out in a field one day shooting my at targets and this dummy notices a deer and decided, “Hey I should shoot that!” So what does the crap head do? Poached a deer with my gun.

I had a game warden show up at my house a week later asking about it, and I just ended up telling him the truth. Luckily he didn’t confiscate my rifle. Went right over to my friend’s house and told him to get bent. There’s no doubt he called the warden on me — they don’t go looking for clues. Haven’t talked to him since.

In Grade 5 we had a “name the fish” competition and the money went to the children’s hospital. I entered the names “Hope, Faith and Charity” for the three fish. Shortly after I entered my names, I told my “best friend” the names I had entered for the fish.

At the school assembly where they were announcing the winners, I knew I had a shot so I was so excited when they said “THE WINNER OF THE NAME THE FISH COMPETETION, WITH THE ENTERED NAMES OF HOPE, FAITH, AND CHARITY, IS [FRIEND]!”

Oh yeah, she stole my names and won the prize, which was a 1kg block of chocolate which she wasn’t allowed to eat anyway because her mum had her on a strict diet because of her diabetes. To top the story off, knowing she had backstabbed me, she offered her chocolate to everyone else but me.

He moved 1,300 miles away. After he got there he was bored with his life and begged me to move out there with him. It took me a few months to save up the money. By the time I got there he had a girlfriend living with him. I became the 3rd wheel. He no longer really wanted to spend time with me, in favor of her instead.

I was sleeping on his couch in his living room that was basically just a big toilet for his German Shepard. It smelled so bad and he made no effort to clean it or keep it from happening. Then the dog chewed my eyeglasses up and I yelled at the dog in anger because I couldn’t afford a new pair and was feeling very downtrodden by life. His girlfriend flipped out about me screaming at the dog and didn’t like me anymore. He became more distant toward me to appease her.

I was having a hard time finding more than part time work. All of my money was going to them to pay my share of rent. Most days I couldn’t even afford to eat. Then I caught him stealing from me. Any sliver of friendship we had left ended that moment. I left town a week later and haven’t spoken to him since. It’s been 10 years now.

He came back to town a few years later and wanted to be friends again. I had put up with too much BS from him before all that happened and felt utterly betrayed by him when I was down-and-out due to him and really needed a friend. So I did not forgive, I did not rekindle that friendship.

My daughter was diagnosed with asthma.

We, of course, got her all set up with an inhaler and anything else the doctor recommended.

My friend was convinced she could heal my daughter with some sort of herbal treatment and bee stings (not caring at all that my daughter is allergic to bees).

I was very clear with her to stay out of this, and she told me I was killing my child, I’d been corrupted by big pharma, etc.

My daughter has a horrible asthma attack soon after this discussion, her meds do nothing, we end up in the hospital with my child unconscious.

To make a long, painful, story short, it comes to light my “friend” had tampered with my daughter’s asthma inhalers and her nebulizer to prove to us the medications weren’t actually helping her. Needless to say this was the end of the relationship.

I called police who said there was not enough evidence to arrest her, and I retained a lawyer who said I had no case.

Word of her heinous actions did spread fast and she became such a pariah that I heard rumors she ultimately moved.

5. You can’t have any friends but me

I constantly go over what I should have done differently. I miss my friends…

We both had kids around the same time. My son still asks when we are going to see his daughters next. It’s hard to tell him he probably won’t ever see them again.

3. Literally knifed by a friend

We’ve both had plenty of girlfriends and were best friends for the longest time, everything was always great. He went through a bad breakup and we were partying a lot. So then I started to get to know this chick that we both knew pretty well, she was okay. Me and her were always in a weird limbo, hot cold, hookup/not talk type thing.

And I was planning on just ditching her altogether and not waste my time on it, but it turns out he was getting with her the entire time and I only found out about it because mutual friends filled me in. I wasn’t even upset — he could’ve easily been like “dude I’m banging her,” no biggie.

But he kept pushing me onto her whenever I would tell him I’m about to drop her fully, cause it just wasn’t working between us. He would try and push for me to keep trying and that we “would be perfect for each other.” (Thinking about it now maybe he thought I was lonely or something and “needed” this relationship.)

When I confronted him about it, I didn’t even do it in an angry way. I was just confused why he wasn’t just upfront about it. I really didn’t even like her that much, he and I were practically brothers, you couldn’t get closer… or so I thought.

So after that all happened our mutual friends refused to hangout with him because he was a scumbag in their eyes and we eventually just drifted apart then he moved, no idea where he is or how he is doing. It’s sad how things can work out in life. I considered him a brother.