It’s not the same lol

But I moved in with friends almost an hour from my parents and they treated me like a sort of dog?? until they got a dog. I was depressed as fuck while I was there and didn’t really have anyone around. I became agoraphobic and at some point during lockdown, I just had to leave. It was a couple months in and I just wanted my family. One housemate’s birthday was in a month or so and I was pretty much told I should stay regardless of being suicidal for the birthday. I ended up having to leave anyway because it really was a case of leaving for my own safety to myself and they never forgave me. They stopped talking to me. We’d been friends for years. I’m still (recovering, very slowly) an agoraphobe. I attempted to apologise the following Christmas and was told that it was unforgivable, essentially. I didn’t realise til so long after how little I mattered to them at all, and that my life itself meant nothing to them.

I’ve had so many really shit things happen to me and I’ve gotten over them but I really thought I was close to and loved by these people and it’s never really not hurt.