I had a friend. We knew each other for about five years. Last year we reached the point where I'd drive an hour or so to visit him almost every weekend for about six months (he couldn't drive, I didn't mind, I still lived with my parents so I appreciated the escape). Those weekends were the light of my weeks because I never wanted to kill myself if we were hanging out.

He moved across the country in late February and promised to stay in touch. Turns out the only person he was willing to stay in touch with was his girlfriend, because I had to start every conversation with him.

I told him in April I had lost a lot of weight (like, 30 pounds in two months) because of my depression taking my appetite, and a month later when he and his girlfriend came to visit for a weekend and I complained about my pants being too big he just went, "Hah, humblebrag."

I flew across the country to visit him in July. We had a great time. I thought things might be okay. I don't regret the visit, because it was terrific, but yeah.

I came out to him in August about my depression and how I'm regularly suicidal, and he essentially told me that that wasn't his problem and he had his own shit to deal with.

He was 30 minutes away from me in September and canceled our plans to hang out (plans for an event that we had had since before he moved), then refused to acknowledge that I had any reason to be upset.

I didn't talk to him for a month. We started talking again for a bit, I mailed him a letter essentially saying "I forgive you I think". The letter got returned, because it turned out that two days after I sent it, he moved into a new place with his girlfriend. I was texting with him that day, and he didn't mention a thing. I found out three days later from her, because I wanted to know how she was doing after moving across the country.

At that point, I realized there was zero point at all in trying to stay friends, and I cut him out of my life, but like...

Jesus dude if my depression is a problem, just say "I don't know how to deal with depression and I'd rather you not rely on me for any sort of emotional support, sorry man" instead of actively cutting me out of your life when I say I'm regularly suicidal. Like fuck.