Alright, here we go.

My first female best friend and I met during middle school after having to take an awkward picture together, and then laughed it off and became friends due to her liking our mutual friend. Let's call her... Sally.

Sally and I were a year apart. She was a year ahead of me, but we maintained contact throughout the transition period between middle school and high school. We were both in band, so that's how we maintained contact.

Let me tell you a bit about Sally and her personality for a moment. Sally was the type of girl that every guy (and girl) fawned over. She was a really cute redhead that had an attractive personality and an attractive body, and knew how to keep everyone exactly where she wanted them to be without fucking the relationship up if she didn't want it to be that way. She strung people along.

Sally and I became very close. She would tell me everything. I became a safe place for her, and we were best friends. It was great having a female best friend, because she was so open to talk about emotions and stuff. I'm an emotional guy, but I never ever discuss what's going in with me emotionally or what's happened to me in the past with my male friends generally.

We would do everything. We would go on walks around her neighborhood, hang out, run together at the recreational center almost bi-weekly, we would be with each other all the time starting sophomore year. It was one of the best times of my life. She was happy, I was happy.

However, I didn't capitalize on making a move with her. A mutual friend had gotten her to like me somehow. We both liked eachother, but I never did anything about it. I asked her to prom and she said she was already going with another dude. Let's call him, Greg.

Greg was a douche bag of the highest order, and not just because he had already asked her to prom. He was legitimately a terrible influence on her, and it even got to the point where they were dating and she was still hanging out with me more than him. We were already practically dating, but I was in heated competition that led to alot of ruined events later on when Sally graduated because we never stopped hating eachother.

Once I found out, and she put me on the back burner by telling me if she didn't go with him she would with me, I didn't talk to her for two weeks. I was pissed.

So greg started making fun of me, telling me that he had "stolen" Sally from me. That was bullshit. It's easy to say that when you had no competition anymore.

Anyway, we eventually made up, but it was never the same. Her best friend and I got really close, and we dated for about a month, and then she broke up with me. Sally and I were still friends, and so was my ex and I.

This is the fucked up part.

My ex and I started to get very close after we broke up. We talked more than we did when we were dating. I was still fawning over her. Her and Sally figure that they were going to play a practical joke on me by telling me that they were gay for eachother, and were lesbian.

This made sense to me. My ex was not affectionate in the slightest. Sally was always a bit perplexing to me. But the hardest part for me, was that the two girls I had gotten closest to in my entire life, and dated if not pretty much dated both of them, were lesbian for eachother.

It gnawed at me. It all made sense, and especially with my ex, as she later turned out to be asexual and I had always wondered things about her. It broke me down. It hurt alot, because both of them were so dedicated to this joke and leading me to believe it more every day. It was hard. They told me not to tell anyone.

I couldn't hold it in anymore. I had to talk to somebody about it, so I mentioned it to our mutual friend. Somebody found out, and I was thrown under the bus. I was getting angry text messages that were malicious. My ex went too far with it, and started to make it a thing where she would use this situation to point out everything that was wrong with me, and it soon turned in to much more than a joke. I was shunned by them.

They never let the joke go though. They just let that be the reason why they didn't talk to me. Our relationships deteriorated severely.

To give you guys an idea of how this affects me, I still get scared every time I open a text message. My heart skips a beat some times. I had to defend myself, and I am not good at doing that, so I just started believing what they were saying about me. They, the two closest female friends I ever had, had convinced me that I was a horrible person, pointing out every flaw about me.

The next year of high school I spent questioning my morality, myself, my ethics, and my life in general. This had caused my depression, that had already existed due to my past, to deepen considerably. It was a horrible time in my life. That same year, my step mother divorced my dad and my dad had to move five hours away to have a job. I had to live alone for the last two years of high school.

I'm out of high school now, but it was fucked up regardless of what they did, and they had the worst timing doing what they did.