Was best friends with this kid from age 6 until sophomore year of high school. School came easy to me, I got good grades, and was relatively popular. His parents would often tell him he should try to be more like me. After years of hearing how great I was from his parents, he would slowly make up bad stories about me to make his parents think less of me. Apparently, it was usually that I cheated on my homework or shoplifted from a convenience store.

I found all this out when he concocted an elaborate story about how I sexually assaulted a friend at a party and he stepped in, stopped it, and punched me in the face. None of this was true. It was a boring birthday party where we watch a movie and ate junk food. However, when he told his parents this, they got really concerned and called my mom and the parents of the girl I "assaulted". It didn't take long for everyone to figure out he was lying about the whole thing.

Obviously, after that, we stopped being friends. Looking back, I really just feel bad for him that he felt he needed to put me down in the eyes of his parents because who he was wasn't good enough for them.