Lost a Friend Over $80. No, Seriously.

Dear 24-year-old me, You thought showing up was enough. Seven hours, new suit, three nights in a hotel you could barely afford—and a broken molar healing while you smiled in all her wedding pics. 🫠 But guess what? None of it mattered. Because a year later, she hit you with, “Don’t be cheap and give them only $80.” EIGHTY. F***ING. DOLLARS. Like that number tattooed itself on her brain. Not your effort. Not your presence. Just the gift. And you? You spiraled. Guilt, shame, rage—all of it. But you still wonder if you were the asshole. You weren’t. You were broke. And kind. And doing your best. F*** the spreadsheet friendships. You deserved better. —Me, now, with boundaries. #NoFilter #WeddingWoes #BrokeAndBetrayed #AdultingFail #FriendshipBreakup