What moment in your life did you think to yourself, “Yeah, this person isn’t my friend anymore.”?

Oh boy. Lots of little moments adding up to a pretty big one. Context: in college, he's one year ahead of me but we've been friends and in a tight knit friend group for a couple years before going to college. Let's call him Matt. I end up going to the same college as Matt because of what I'm majoring in (our school has a really good program but is cheap for college). We're both pretty socially awkward and have anxiety, so we hang out a bunch and become really close friends throughout the first year. He introduced me to his friends at the college radio station, and we hang out there a bunch, too. Problem is, I didn't like being there because, frankly, I felt I didn't belong. Matt always made it a point (albeit a very subtle point) that these were his friends, not mine. Whatever, you can have your friends; I've made a couple of my own in classes and we still hang out a bunch. So it's all good, right? Wrong. He's one of those people that no matter what happened to you, what they're going through is always worse. He had to one-up me with literally anything and everything, and he always belittled me. One moment that sticks out as an example is one day when we were hanging out in his dorm playing video games, I noticed he had the first few Game of Thrones books. I'd always wanted to read them but never got around to it. I asked if I could borrow the first one to see if I like the series (he'd already mentioned he was on the second one) and he said that he "didn't think [I'd] like it because it's one of those books where you actually have to read and pay attention while also reading between the lines to understand all the subplots and connections between characters." I read books all the time because I love to read, and he knows this, so that made me feel pretty stupid. He'd also try to convince me that psychology and geology and such aren't "real" sciences because they just can't be as hard as physics (his major, if you needed clarification). Again, the one-upping complex strikes again. The final straw was last semester when I finally decided to confide in my friends about the fact that I was raped in high school. I hadn't told anyone, not even my family, so it was a huge step for me to come out about it to people I trusted and ask for help coping (probably 5 years of bottling it inside and pretending it didn't happen). He proceeds to try and say he had worse experiences because his first "girlfriend" sent him notes in like 8th grade asking him out and he didn't know they were for him, and then makes the conversation about him. I honestly can't even remember what else he said because I'm so angry and hurt by it. I didn't really talk to anyone for the weekend, didn't eat or sleep because I completely regretted talking about it with anyone. I walk into the class we had together (which he did 2% of our shared project in that class, too) and I had just gotten off the phone with my father. I'm about ready to burst into tears and feel alone, and Matt strides in telling me all about how he left the group chat of our friend group from high school and how he felt so good just leaving us (without telling anyone a thing) because he just needed to do it. That moment was it. I shut down. I didn't speak to him for the rest of the semester unless it was about our final project. He messaged me 2 days before Christmas giving me some half-assed apology and saying that he'd already talked to all our other friends about leaving group chat (nothing about making me feel alone in one of the most vulnerable times of my life) and asked if we could still be friends. I'm a pushover, so I said sure but he should know he really made it seem like he didn't care about me anymore and I told him what he did that hurt me and why I was so upset. So, he gets defensive and basically tells me my feelings are invalid. We don't talk anymore and I still think about it every single day and wonder how many of his friends hate me because he probably told them I was a complete bitch. Sorry for the text wall I don't post much and I'm on mobile Tl;dr best of friends (with minor bumps like a superiority complex) until I confided in him about getting raped in high school, he tries to one up me and ghosts our friend group. He tries to "apologize" and I say why I'm upset, he invalidates my feelings and we never talk again but it's still affecting my mental health Sorry for the train wreck

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