"She asked me to be her maid of honor. I said no and offered to support her in other ways because at the time, I was 1. Unemployed for 11 months, 2. On food stamps, 3. Just dumped by my abusive ex, 3. Too anxious to leave the house most days, and 4. Severely depressed to the point where I called a suicide hotline for help and started therapy immediately. She knew all of that, and yet, expected me to magically snap out of it. When I didn't, she ignored me for months, including during her birthday when I reached out, then popped up again like nothing happened to see if we could go to a concert. Fuck no. I told her I was DONE. Mental illness and trauma aren't a joke people! Show some compassion."
I didn't do a deep enough dive to find the o.g. post, but it definitely got a 'heh, sounds familiar' from me.
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