I used to have this friend, we'll call her Q, as in Q-tip. Her name didn't start with Q, it's just that I don't know nearly enough words that start with Q, so I thought I would use it. Anyway... we became friends when we were about 14 years old. Our friendship carried out over the years. We saw eachother's successes and failures, and supported eachother when times were tough. By the time we went off to college, Q was living with a boyfriend, so she stayed behind and enrolled at FIU. I, on the other hand, had no real attachment to Miami, so I went away to Florida. During that time, Q's mother died (her father had died many years before), and my family was there for her, offering her comfort and all that goes with it.
When I graduated from college, I moved back home, and my friendship with Q was stronger than ever. On day, she broke up with her longtime boyfriend and had no where to go. So, my family opened their doors to her (and her brother), and for a few months, Q and her brother lived with us. After a few months, Q decided to buy a place of her own and moved out. But the ties were still very strong. Afterall, it seemed we were among the only family she had at this point.
While all this was happening, I met a boy!! A very nice boy, as they say. He was a little bit older, Cuban-raised, Catholic school educated, and came from a good family. My folks were thrilled! Everybody was thrilled that I was so happy. Especially Q (I should have known something was up right there).
But after a few months, the very nice boy was acting strange. He told me he wanted to take "a break", which we all know is never a good sign of things to come. Since I was still goo-goo over him, I agreed, thinking he'd be back as soon as he realized what a great catch I was. But it didn't turn out that way. It turned out that for months prior, he had been dating Q on the side.
When I found out, I was dumbfounded. Not so much because of the very nice boy, but because I felt so betrayed by Q. I confronted her, and she didn't deny anything. As a matter of fact, she made it seem like what had happened was perfectly normal. To me (and maybe I'm just too sensitive - please, correct me if I'm wrong), it was not perfectly normal, and I told her so. I also told Q that our friendship had come to an end.
A few weeks later, she came to my house and talked to my parents. She explained what had happened, thinking my parents would understand her situation and "take her side." From what I understand, and I wasn't there when it happened, my father threw her out of the house. Threw her out of the house.
It was the only time in my life that I have ever taken my friendship away from anyone.
I found out a few years later that they were engaged to be married. I thought about sending a gift, but figured it would be better to throw the money down the sewer. And I don't think this because I was hurt over losing the very nice boy (hell, those come and go like the breeze), it's because I felt betrayed by my friend. Years later, I am very much in love with someone else and happily married, but I still don't forgive her.
Does that make me a bad person?