So, the story starts with me getting transferred to a different school where my uncle is a teacher. I was introduced to the class by my uncle, who is also a private tutor. On my first day, a girl introduced me to her group. They were very welcoming, and since I was introduced by a teacher, they all wanted to be friends with me. I became part of the group, but the girl who introduced me wasn’t as close to the group as I became.
The three of us friend A, friend N, and I became best friends. We were very close during 9th and 10th grade, but after that, we transferred to different schools for high school. Friend N introduced us to another girl, S, who she met in her tuition classes. I didn’t like her because of her backbiting behavior, and neither did friend A, so we kept our distance. However, N and S became good friends.
After finishing 12th grade, we started college, and everything was going great until my father’s health began to decline. I started losing connection with my friends as I had to focus on my family. The dynamic between A, N, and S grew stronger, and I felt increasingly cornered. At that time, a girl I had met in 9th grade was in the same tuition as I was, and we became friends again. My other two friends didn’t like that because this girl had dated a guy friend N used to date, and there was some dishonesty involved.
Our group split, with A and N on one side and me and the class 9 girl on the other. I didn’t pick sides, but N and A felt I was taking the class 9 girl’s side. My father passed away in 2020, and I wasn’t in the right mental space. My two friends weren’t there for me when I needed them most, partly because they had issues with the guy I was dating and because of my friendship with the class 9 girl.
The distance between us grew, and I found myself spending more time with the class 9 girl and my boyfriend. One day, I visited her house, and while she was recording a reel, she asked me to join. I did but didn’t feel comfortable. A few days later, she told me that A and N had made cruel remarks about my father’s death, which shocked me. When I confronted them, they denied saying it, claiming the class 9 girl’s sister was lying. This caused more tension.
Eventually, A, N, and S came to visit me, and we spent some time together, but the trust was already broken. One day, while N had left her Instagram account logged in on my phone, I found a conversation where they had said hurtful things about me. I kept this to myself for a few months but finally confronted them over text and blocked them everywhere. After the drama, I went through a really rough time. I needed a friend, but no one was there.
My health declined, I had anxiety, anemia, and was overwhelmed by my father’s death, the breakup with my boyfriend, and my friends’ betrayal. I eventually sought therapy, which helped me a lot. With time and effort, I got back on track. I started playing badminton, prepared for my exams, took care of my health, and joined an internship where I made some new friends. They’re not as close as my old friends, but we have fun together.
During this period, I also became a devotee of Krishna, which gave me peace and strength. I developed an interest in geopolitics and made many intellectual friends online. After almost two years, I had moved on from the old drama, even though I missed A and N occasionally. Then, in August, A and N contacted me again. At first, I thought of not replying, but they said friend N was seriously ill with various health issues.
As a human, I felt bad for her and reached out. We had a conference call where we talked about the past, future, jobs, health, and more. I laughed a lot during the conversation and realized that maybe I had missed them, or at least missed the fun we used to have. They invited me to come over to meet N, and I said I’d go on Sunday. But now, I feel an awkwardness creeping in. They’ve been close for a long time, and I’m unsure if I should go.
The way they treated me keeps coming back to my mind. I miss them, obviously, because they were such a big part of my school memories, but I’m torn. Should I meet them and treat it casually, or should I just block them again? I’ve come so far on my own, and I don’t want old memories to weaken me. It’s just a meeting, right? I can meet them and come back home, just like a casual friend. But deep down, I was happy when they contacted me. I’m doing great in life I have big dreams, and I’m working on them.
I’ve realized they haven’t grown as much as they could have, and I wonder if distancing myself was the right choice for my growth. The process killed the old me, but I love the new me. So maybe I’ll meet them and move on. It’s a long story, and even this is just a summary. If you don’t post this, I’d still appreciate your opinion as a third person. I’d be glad to know what you think. Enjoy your day or night, whenever you read this.