An Open Letter to My (Ex) Best Friend

An Open Letter to My (Ex) Best Friend


Dear (Ex) Best Friend,

It has been about three months since we've talked, which is pretty crazy to think about, considering we used to have week-long sleepovers last summer. I used to know what you were planning on wearing for a date a week in advance. Now, I couldn't even tell someone what you did this past Friday night.

What happened? I get that we met when we were in grade school and both grew up into different people, but even with all the changes that came with growing up, I always thought we would be the two to stick together. We even thought about having our big hurray as the maid in honor runner up at each others' weddings (both our biological sisters won the crown on that maid of honor title). It's sad to think that we won't be the crazy old ladies at the nursing home when we are eighty, and you won't be the godmother of my child.

Why we grew apart would probably be two completely different stories, depending on who got to tell it. Besides the douches, distance, and other drama, I just think we both needed a breath of fresh air. If you think about it, we were basically dating since first grade. I loved you like my sister and you experienced all of my emotions first hand -- good and bad. I experienced all of yours, too. We heard all the horrible stories we wouldn't dare tell anyone else, and still supported one another when we stuck with the boyfriend that broke our heart.

Growing apart was rough. Like sisters, we both knew exactly what to say that would sting the harshest. You knew what to say to make me laugh in a heartbeat, but also knew how to make me cry in a second. Same goes for me. So, as you certainly remember, an argument over something stupid led to bringing up our most sensitive heartbreaks and throwing the sharpest knives. With me hanging up the phone on you, that was it. No more Snapchats sent at 7 a.m. for outfit approval before your first day of work, or late night ice cream crawls. You were out of my life as quick and surprising as you came into it.

However, like that one time I decided to get bangs and completely regretted it, we have stages we eventually grow out of. I hope the next few months, years -- or however long we aren't in each others lives -- are happy and good. I hope, in time, we can catch up and relive carefree goofy the moments we used to share.

Love ya,

Your (ex) bestie

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This Is What Happens When A 3-Person Friend Group Stops Being Friends

What was once three best friends is now two guys and a stranger.

Once in a blue moon, you meet these people and just click. It is insanely easy to get along with them and the world just seems right.

In 7th grade, there was this girl who met two guys and just that happened. They all became the best of friends; they just clicked. All the way through middle school and most of high school they were inseparable.

Sadly, things didn't stay that way.

When they first became friends, it was definitely a random combination. While they were all interested in different things, they had one thing in common: each other. After middle school, they basically spent the summer staying in touch, preparing for high school, and spending time together.

In high school, things were going great! Everyone knew them as the three kids who were always together and if someone was missing, they had the answers to where he/she was. Freshman year flew by and the three friends stayed closer than ever.

During sophomore year, one of the guys got a girlfriend, and thankfully nothing changed. They all welcomed her in and treated her as their own. Life was great for those three, now four.

But soon, things would change.

The second guy got a girlfriend and she was not as accepting of the close friendship of the three as the first guy's girlfriend. She was sometimes controlling and demeaning, and when things weren't going her way, it was no way. This caused issues within the friendship, eventually breaking it apart. Soon, it went from three (and a girlfriend) to two, and life was completely different.

Fast forward to the middle of junior year and things were getting worse between guy #2 and his girlfriend. As good friends the other two wanted to tell him to just get out of the relationship before it progressed, but he was stubborn, and he wouldn't have listened to them anyway. Over time they broke up, but the friendship took a while to get back to where things used to be.

Starting senior year, the three were back stronger than ever. It looked as though nothing had ever happened between them, and no one would ever know the difference. In the fall of that school year, guy #2 got another girlfriend.

At first, things were great, he was the same guy he'd been before the relationship. Progressively he got more distant from his female friend because of his new girlfriend, and guy #1 did nothing to stop it. The two boys still stayed close but pushed the girl farther and farther away.

Over Christmas break, the boys stopped talking to the girl altogether. For two weeks they had absolutely nothing to do with her. While they hung out together and with their girlfriends (since now they both had girlfriends), they no longer spoke to the girl they've had in their lives for the last 6 years.

Now, the girl doesn't talk to the guys as often (basically never) and when she does it's only when she has to. Things aren't the same with these three "best friends" and likely never will be again.

But here's where the plot thickens... that girl was me. This is the (partial) story of how I lost my (ex) best friends to their girlfriends.

Although only one of the two guys still has a relationship with his girlfriend, the friendship has never recovered. Soon, we won't have to see one another again. Between graduating and starting college, I will finally get my fresh start. Sure, sometimes I miss them and miss having people to talk to about any little thing, or being their female voice of reason, but I won't miss being the second choice.

They chose their girlfriends over their best friend and unfortunately it's a bit too frustrating to worry about any longer. It's time to say goodbye to a friendship that once was.

I wish them both the best in life and love, but it's time for me to finally focus on myself.

My own happy and healthy relationships.

A new beginning.

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5 Thoughts You Have During Big/Little Week

Where are all of these gifts coming from?

Big/Little week can be an exciting, but stressful week for anyone involved. Not only are you dying to know who your big is, but to top it off, it seems like everyone else knows except you.

Despite how many times you ask, your roommates will not tell you who has been coming in your room every day to drop off fantastic gifts. Every gift you recieve is carefully examined for any clues hinting at who is going be your big in one short week.

No matter how many times you hope you’ll catch the mysterious sorority sister in your room, she is always too quick to end up in the same place as you.

1. Who is this random Facebook page that requested me?

Why are there pictures of me from middle school throwing up a peace sign with a bunch of ridiculous stickers attached? Which of my friends is gathering these awful pictures and sending them in just to spite me?

3. Are these hints legit?

Is it possible that my big has a dog? Yes. Is it possible that she has 2 brothers? Yes. Is it possible that she is related to Zac Efron? Probably not.

4. When is she coming next?

Have they already dropped off gifts? Did they bring more snacks? Will I get better hints? The walk back to the dorm from classes is one of the most agonizing times.

5. Who is it?

I still have yet to learn how to sit through a class without thinking about my big instead of focusing on my class. Thankfully this process is only a week or I might have to redo this semester.

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