We all go through something like this in our life time. It's no joke that it's probably one of the most painful/ hurt times we have ever felt. Breaking up with your group of friends hurts, like a lot. It's a difficult time in our lives for us and it isn't easy. I'm sure we all had our reason why we had to leave them. For the better for ourselves or even we just didn't get along anymore. When I recently, left my group of close friends, it was for the better.

Leaving them was the hardest thing I've done. They were my good friends and we did a lot of things together. But at the same time, they held me back and I felt like I wasn't able to do more because of them. Along with school, and managing my time with my other friends. I was heavily dealing with depression that recently sprouted up.

With everything that was going on, my best friend/ roommate grew apart from each other, mentally and physically. I was struggling trying to deal with that and understand why it was happening.

This dramatically grew worse.

I've never felt more betrayed in my life and had them all turn their backs against me and point fingers at me.

None of this was ever supposed to happen. Like what went wrong????

Being a bigger person and mature about the situation, when I was finally ready to talk things out with my best friend. She had a lot to say about me, cussing at me and even calling me selfish. I knew this so called fight would take a huge toll on our friendship. A big decision I had to make to help salvage our friendship, was give us time and space away from each other. Clearly, it showed that we both aren't on the same page anymore. I realized that it's just the part of growing up and us going on our own path.

I accepted what was going to happen to our friendship and wished her well on everything and reminded her that I will always still be friends with her and I will continue to still have the love for her.

Unfortunately, things went south even more.

She told our roommates her side of the story to our fight. I was so stunned and shook that she did that. I thought that it was our fight and it was our business for us to keep it between us so it won't affect other roommates relationship. It was too late for that. The damage was already done and already, they started to point fingers and but the blame on me.

I honestly wish things could have taken a different route.

Trying to talk it our with all of them, made it even worse. Miscommunication was a big problem and when I would try to clear my name and explain things, it would all shoot back at me. So I made the ultimate decision to pack my things up and without telling them moved out of the apartment. Of course, this left a bitter taste once I left. No one really didn't have anything to say to me.

It hurt me a lot that I had to do that but I realized that in this lifetime, maybe I wasn't the right time for me to be friends with them. I hope maybe years down the road, we can all push the restart button to be friends with them again. But at the same time, I realized it is what is it is and I've fully accepted for the situation for what it is. It wasn't easy but with time and healing, I believe each once of us will be okay.