It’s weird. It must have been about 2-3 years that I’ve been hanging out with this guy. I’ve never called him a friend, I’ve always thought of him as a drinking buddy. But he refers to me as his best friend. I’ve always thought the only thing that connects us is alcohol, that’s it. We have little else in common. We Like the same TV shows but that’s it. He always wants everything on his terms. He wouldn’t ever do something random. I think with all the lockdowns we’ve had in the UK I’ve just gone along with him. Why not go to his flat when there’s nothing else to do. I’d get drunk and pass out, wake up early and leave with a sense of relief that it’s over. He was very controlling, eg I open the window, he shuts it because it’s too noisy outside. He has extremely sensitive hearing. He complains that the neighbours are being deliberately noisy but I can’t hear a thing. This greatly offends him. He goes to the floor above to complain to the upstairs neighbours and complains and asks me to go with him. I say no because I genuinely can’t hear a sound. He says time and time again that I’m not just listening out for it, even though I’m convinced he is. We’ll call him D. D is very moany about not getting his own way. D calms and we have an okay evening. Next morning I get a load of verbal and an attempt at emotional manipulation (I’d have done it for you).  I have no clue what to say to this message so I say nothing

now it appears this ‘friendship’ is over. I feel nothing about this. No anger, sadness, regret. Just nothing. It’s made me realise how shallow the ‘friendship’ was.

it’s weird because I’d not feel anything about this end of relationship status that we’ve reached, but I did feel the need to write. I’m thinking its a weird ending because D called me his best friend and part of me know no one else will ever call me that. It was nice while it lasted but I don’t feel anything about it ending.

2019-2022 – The best friend years