Best Friend Dumps Me : Surviving the Fallout
So, my best friend dumped me. Yep, just like that. Honestly, it stung more than any breakup I’ve had. At first, I was a mess—crying, eating ice cream, questioning if I was the problem. But then I realized, hey, maybe this is a weird blessing in disguise. I started picking up old hobbies, joined a pottery class (turns out I’m terrible, but who cares?), and even treated myself to a solo movie night.
I boxed up all the memories—photos, inside jokes scribbled on napkins—and shoved them under my bed. Out of sight, out of mind, right? I also unfollowed her on social media because, honestly, seeing her new adventures just made me want to throw my phone.
Now, I spend more time with people who actually value me. I’m still sad sometimes, but I’m learning that losing a friend isn’t the end—it’s just a plot twist. And who knows? Maybe the next chapter is even better. 😉
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