Frenemies suck

There are some people I can never get over in my life. I’m not talking about the love of my life (because I still have him). I’m talking about frenemies. Those people who pretended to be your friend and then when your back is turned you get stabbed, repeatedly.

We all have one (or unfortunately more than one) of these people in our lives at some point. If we say we don’t, then we are good at forgetting or maybe just don’t want to be reminded. I have several. Those who know me well know that if I hadn’t transferred schools my Senior year of high school my life would be very different than it is now. It would probably not be for the best. I was headed in a direction that could have become a disaster. 

Some of these frenemies may have helped me go that direction. Some of these frenemies may have pushed me into this direction. I will take a lot of responsibility for allowing it to happen, but let’s be honest pre-teens and teens can be mean and can change their attitudes quicker than they change their boyfriends. 

The worse of the frenemies were “there for you” when things were bad. They helped pick up the pieces when tricks were played on you by guys who wanted to be your boyfriend, only to have their best guy friend call two days later to break up with you. They were “sad” when you moved away. These same people who told people that you moved away because you a) got pregnant and were SENT away b) were in rehab c) had to get away because they couldn’t deal with it and dropped out of school. They also told people that you spread rumors about other friends. You wonder why they stopped calling or trying to hang out, only to find out years later about these rumors.

I’ve tried to forgive these people, and was able to forget about it. I knew that they were out of my life for good and I could just move on with my life… then it happens… You run into this person while out with friends and it all comes back. You keep your distance. You try to not interact. You put on your face and play nice. Deep down you wonder when the bottom is going to fall out. You wonder if you will ever feel like you are going to be out of high school even though you are in your mid 30s. 

I wonder what will happen when we actually move far away (as in another state). I wonder if people who I’m great friends with will forget me or if these people will fill their heads full of lies and I have to just pick up again and make new friends who will NEVER meet these frenemies.