Probably buried and not as bad as most stories here but,
In the beginning of the summer I moved about an hour and a half away with a family member for an internship.
After a couple weeks of being down here my (ex) best friend (who we'll call J) of about 15 years asked me if he can come down for the weekend with another friend. I told him yeah, but since I'm staying with a family member to only bring someone that won't be an idiot when drunk, and that I trust. I had to say no to like three people he mentioned and finally gave in on the fourth person (who we'll call K) even though I knew it might not be a good idea, however J assured me K doesn't drink like he used to, and understands I'm living with family. J said if anything happens its on him.
So they come down, and I wind up having to drive 2 hours one way to a neighboring city so they can drink and I can DD (I wanted to do something different but they didn't like any of my suggestions). I wound up paying for every toll, more than half the parking, and didn't get any gas money. The whole ordeal cost me almost $100. So we finally get back to where I'm staying and J wants to go to a bar, I say no, and K reluctantly agrees, I'm forced to to again.
At the end of the night K begins becoming obnoxious like always and starts randomly insulting me, I ignored it for the most part and we finally get back to my place. K winds up throwing up everywhere and waking up my family member. After we get him settled and to sleep I tell J that he assured me none of this would happen, and that he needs to take K home in the morning, I'm not going out with them tomorrow.
I guess he thought I wasn't serious because they woke up in the morning and they thought we were going out. I told them they can eat breakfast here but they need to leave after. After about a two hour arguement they finally left.
The whole weekend showed me they didn't care about me, they only came down because there wefd things they wanted to do local to me and they just needed a place to sleep, not once did they consider what I wanted. Ontop of that J, is also the person that constantly called me fatass, and then called me skinny bitch when I lost the weight (130lb).
I haven't talked to either of them in over two months, and have no intention to.