I have to tell this story, even though I haven't talked about it out loud in over a decade...

So when I was 17, I had a guy best friend and we were so close. We hung out every day, talked on the phone every night. But he was dating a girl going to college 3 hours away. He had confessed to me so many times over the months that he didn't want to date her anymore but he had to wait for her to come home so he could do it in person.

He lied to me one night when we were hanging out, told me he ended it with her, then confessed his long time feelings for me. We ended up dating and it was a fucking fairy tale for like 3 months. I'd never been so happy before or after that short period of time. I felt like I was going to live happily ever after and be with him forever and nothing bad could ever happen again.

Then she came home, and it turns out he lied and was still in a relationship with her the whole time... I had no idea. He told me he was going to pick the right time to break it off with her, so for about a month I stood on the sidelines waiting... I was a stupid, loveblinded teenager, I didn't know any better.

One night the three of us hung out with a bunch of other friends drinking and playing truth or dare, me and the girlfriend had to make out with each other, and he got it in his head that we should have a threesome.

So we did, and I immediately after felt a despairing, ugly emptiness inside. I felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest. I couldn't go on like that anymore, I finally started realizing he wasn't going to end things with her and he was trying to have both of us at once.

A few weeks later I discovered that I was pregnant. I had no other choice but to get an abortion, and he didn't even show any sign of remorse or concern at all. At that point I saw who he truly was as a person.

So I finally went no contact with him at all, with the support of what little friends I had left that weren't also friends with him, including one of his ex girlfriends from before me and the current one.

One night me and Jamie, the other ex, got really drunk with our friend Sarah, and walked halfway across the city to where we knew he lived. Somehow she knew where, even though he'd just moved and none of us had ever been there... We peeked in all the windows and realized nobody was home, so we climbed on top of his garage and continued drinking from the bottles in our backpacks and singing a the top of our lungs.

Finally like two hours later, we saw his girlfriends car pull up. We all got so mad to see them together, but we were quiet so they wouldn't notice us. We waited until he went in the house and then we ripped shingles off the roof and threw them at her car as it drove off. We then climbed down and ripped several boards off of the fence, before screaming at the quiet, dark house that we hated him and hoped he died soon.

I really hated him for a long time. He hurt me very deeply. I still talk to him once in awhile, so I know the girlfriend dumped him like a year later and then moved to Europe. Even if he wanted me back now, I'd probably tell him to give me tree fiddy and fuck off.