I've been there.

I don't know how old you are, but it took me to about 40 to realize that the people who weren't going to be there for me...were better off gone from my life.

Gentle hugs...I know that it hurts like hell.

That really sucks. I am sorry you are feeling that way. That is pretty crappy for your friend to bail on you after being persistent enough to get you to open up. Dont let that keep you down. Just know that other people care and you can open up here.

patti thank you xxx hugs back I am only 22

thank you lovehurts xxx hugs

Is it possible she was using the figure of speech? I use those very words with the most beloved people in my life when I need to end a particular conversation for whatever reason. I most definitely don't mean it as rejection.

But that is me. . . Just wondering. . .

Tearful empathy if she meant it as rejection. Rejection sucks, especially after I just finished pouring my heart out. Big time suckage.

Gentle hug Stitch..... I'm sorry that you've been hurt.....We're here and I'm glad that you are to......xo

I say that to my friends who i think maybe busy or too tired to talk anymore.it doesnt mean im ditching them. Hugs.

I've told my story before. When I began to get therapy for surviving torture living under a dictatorship overseas, my spouse began to cheat on me with a coworker of mine during the weekly hour I went to my face to face support group meetings. I found out by accident coming home early from one. I came home early to be nice and surprise my spouse with dinner out and that's what I got instead.

That's not just failing to be supportive, that's abandonment and betrayal aimed directly at a person's support as a weapon. And this was my spouse who had made vows to be supportive.

People fail us all the time, stitch, I'm sorry to say. I'm still coming to my support group, though, coming here every day. When others give up on us or worse, we still don't have to give up on ourselves nor each other. We're here for you.

You are not alone. I take people at their word and have confided the MILD parts of my torture and they drop me like a hot rock. I have one now that seems genuine but it's hard for me to trust. I don't want to get hurt again.That and I've been busy on the phone with my therapist and p-doc. Wiish I had advice for you but I've been hurt too many times.

thank you everyone xxx hugs

Stitch, it takes time to develop friendships. For me, it meant learning who was reliable and trustworthy. Some friendships are short term, while others last for decades. Many drift away as life changes occur. You will make friends. They will be good ones. Your life has not gone in a way to develop them yet. They will come. It is an adjustment as we finish school, where activities bring us together, and then each moves into a new, very unstructured world. For now, you have us. Real time friends will appear. Caring and loving hugs.

I’m sorry you’re going through hurt. You are not alone with this and you are not alone. Peace and hugs.

I hate it when people do that. Like it's bad enough when you really try to open up to someone and they slam it in your face. To be asked and asked and asked to open up and then someone goes and does something like that? That has to be horrible.

People say the "darnest things" I am a person that has no friends at all or family. I do NOT recommend it but I have gotten used it.
I have also come to recognize WHY I prefer to be alone and can not keep friends. Ok to be fair partly is me.
1)Due to my child abuse I have certain triggers and I can get triggered very easy by words (my specific story of child abuse would tell why words trigger me so much).
2) Most people unless they have PTSD or are very educated it about it do say really stupid, ridiculous things.
My choice is to "let them go" because they careless words hurt me.
But I understand people who may wan to keep friends in which case maybe write her a letter or learning to not be affected so much by people's dumb ass comments they make.
I prefer aloneness. People trigger me too much. Its painful.

When I was admitted for surgery at the hospital this morning, I was asked 3 times by 3 different nurses, "where are you family or friends who are going to wait in the waiting room during your surgery? The surgeon would like to come out to them in the waiting room and tell them how it went."

And 3 times I have to say I had no family or friends. I'm the true American rugged individual, pulling myself up by my bootstraps, doing it all on my own.

To be honest, having people worry over me would have been more worrisome than helpful, just speaking for myself. I have a coworker who drove me here to the hospital and who will drive me home when I'm discharged in a couple of days. So i'm fine.

Instead, I learned the names of the nurses and doctors and called them by name. My anaesthesiologist was Chad, my surgeon was Michael, the resident who assisted him was Mirsa, the intern who shadowed Mirsa was Tyler. The nurse that took care of hooking me up to monitors before surgery was Jasmine, and my post op nurse now is Jennifer. Her daughter is Sarah, and their cat's named Daisy.

See? I'm a people person after all. A nurse I'll call "Jenna" for her anonymity just came in a minute ago to chat about her struggle recovering from PTSD for a sexual assault this year. She saw her counselor for it just this morning.

So my "family and friends" are here, and they are those around me offline whenever possible. I had to distance myself from blood kin because they were my primary abusers. And offline friends are hard to keep because of my PTSD intensity. But sometimes, that intensity itself is what works, like it did with my nurse "Jenna" just now. She's one of us. We're not alone.