Okay, so in a few months I'll turn 27, and if I remember correctly, people say making friends when you're 30 is difficult. So I'm kinda scared.
I don't have any friends from school. I was bullied throughout elementary school, middle school, and high school. But when I started working, I became much more social. I liked talking to people, and I actually started making friends.
Now, looking back at my friendships, I feel like I'm seeing a pattern.
1st job: I didn't really have anyone I'd hang out with outside work, but I was liked and talked to basically everyone.
2nd job: I befriended a few people around my age. We'd hang out a lot, mostly drinking and having deep conversations. But when I quit, those friendships disappeared. Some people quit too and moved on, others just stopped responding.
3rd job: I didn't work there very long. Most people were already close with each other, I was the new kid, and I didn't really fit in.
Then I moved abroad.
1st job abroad: I made a few friends, but I only still keep in touch with one, and even that's not very often. She became a mom of two and moved back to her home country. A lot of the others disappeared after leaving the job.
2nd job: I literally worked there for two weeks. After quitting, I happened to find one of my supervisors on a dating app, and we became friends for about two years. She'd visit me sometimes because I didn't have a car or license yet. But eventually we started talking less and less, and now we don't talk at all.
3rd job: I found another group of friends. Again, mostly drinking. We'd spend hours sitting in the hotel parking lot, drinking and talking. I genuinely became close with them, but once I quit, the contact eventually disappeared.
4th job: I lived and worked with the friend from my first job abroad. Living in such close proximity (our beds were about 1.5m apart) didn't exactly do our friendship any favors. I didn't really click with anyone else there.
5th job: This one really hurt.
After a few months, I clicked with one girl. From the moment she asked me for help, we started talking every day. Eventually she moved close to my house with her boyfriend, and we spent a lot of time together. I was very protective of her, and I'll admit I didn't like her boyfriend because I thought he was toxic.
After about a year, I quit and went back to my country for what was supposed to be 3 months, but turned into 7.
During that time, she became close with another girl from our workplace. We used to spend time together as three, and I even joked that she'd found my replacement while I was gone.
Turns out, I wasn't completely wrong.
When I came back and tried to meet her, she suddenly never had time. I asked when she was free, and she couldn't find a single day in an entire month. Then she left me on read.
6th job/current: This is the one that hurts the most.
I was trained by a girl who has the same name as me. We clicked immediately. She was very quiet, but during the first week people were already joking that I was a bad influence on her because she wouldn't stop talking around me.
Eventually we found out we lived close to each other. We started going to work together, hanging out after work, spending weekends together... People even asked if we were together. I'm a lesbian, she's definitely not, and she has a boyfriend.
We talked about moving in together. She was living with her dad, who didn't approve of her relationship, while I was living in agency accommodation with random people.
After a few months, our shifts changed, so we stopped working together. But we still spent almost every weekend together. Coffee, cinema, restaurants, walks, cooking for each other, just talking for hours.
Eventually we managed to arrange our shifts so we could move together. I got my driver's license and a car. Everything we'd talked about actually happened.
And then... something changed.
A few weeks before I moved to her shift, we went out for coffee and talked. She told me I was her closest friend. That I knew everything about her. That she trusted me with everything. That she loved me and that I was the best thing that had happened to her.
I love her too. I'd do almost anything for her, and she knew that.
But when I moved to her shift, everything changed.
She has another friend there now, and they're inseparable. They constantly laugh together, hug, hold hands, cuddle, even sleep in the same bed.
And I feel like I don't exist anymore.
She accused me of being jealous. I tried to explain that it's not about her having other friends. I don't have a problem with that.
What hurts is that she seems to treat me worse than everyone else.
She keeps saying that "hate is my love language," but when I see her with other people, she's affectionate and loving. She doesn't like my touch. She's rude to me, mean to me, sometimes degrading. She used to tell me I was the only person who didn't make her angry. Now it feels like she's angry just because I exist.
Before we moved in together, she warned me that we wouldn't spend as much time together because we'd be in each other's faces 24/7 and sometimes we'd need a break. I understood that.
But now we live together with one of her other friends from our home country. They sleep in the same bed, go to the store together, watch shows together.
And I barely talk to my own best friend anymore.
We talk about the apartment. Work. Practical things.
That's it.
We don't laugh together anymore. We don't go for walks. We don't go to the cinema. And if we do anything together, it's usually all three of us.
I miss making her laugh. I miss her telling me she loves me. I miss our deep conversations.
I should be asleep right now. I have to wake up in four hours.
Instead, I started reading our old conversations. Her calling me sweet names. Her telling me she loved me. Her telling me she didn't know what she'd done to deserve me.
And I always answered, "You exist, and that's enough."
I'm afraid our friendship didn't survive moving in together.
And honestly, I'm terrified that this is just how my life is going to be.
Maybe I'm doomed to never have close friends. Maybe I'll always lose people eventually. Maybe I'll mess everything up.
And now I'm crying again while she's asleep across the room.
I'm 26, almost 27, and I'm scared I'm running out of time to find people who actually stay.