Stabbed in the back by someone I thought was a friend

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I'm not sure how to post this properly, so I am just going to make a bunch of dot points explaining what happened.

Friend joined a group on facebook called 'If you don't like Australia, get the @&$^ out of here

I commented that I 'would if I could, Jackass'. (In hindsight I know this was hardly the best thing to say, but there had been several issues before that I wasn't happy about)

Friend told me that the joke was getting old

I asked what joke, and commented that I honestly would prefer to go back to Australia

Friend told me that I was using my depression to get sympathy from people

Two other friends of ours posted soon after saying how I wasn't trying to get sympathy from people and that she should stop treating people like crap.

She then deletes all of her posts and their posts. The end result is that it looks like I'm the one who is at fault.

I tell her that she is acting weak and cowardly by telling somebody they are using their depression to get sympathy and then deleting the comments when it looks like people don't agree with her.

She then posts that I am trying to put her down, and that I shouldn't say she is being weak when I am the weak one for leaving school because I 'couldn't take it'. (This is something that really hurt me. This is a friend who knew what I was going through and I thought understood it, but she was willing to use it against me).

I (when I was in a slightly better frame of mind) said that the post was full of oxymorons and hypocrisy.

She tells me that I should stop using big words to try and belittle her, and that the scented candles are screwing me up
mentally (I am Wiccan, and this 'friend' knew perfectly well that it is a topic which I am rather touchy about at the moment.)

I say that oxymoron and hypocrisy aren't big words, and suggest she read more books.

She says she would rather live her life in the sunshine than hide away reading some boring piece of crap (Again, she knows I have a fear of sunshine and can't stand being around people).

I comment that the sunshine will always fade away.

She tells me that she is tired of this disagreement and we should call it quits.

I point out that she told me I was using my depression to get sympathy, that I was a coward for leaving school because I 'couldn't take it' and was mentally screwed up, things which you can't exactly forgive and forget.

She posts that forgiving isn't in the deal and forgetting it will take a long time

I reply that I'm not in the habit of forgetting things like it.

Her aunt then posts about how we should sort it out in RL.

Her sister then posts that I am stupid for starting an argument over facebook (actually I was angry about the using my depression to get sympathy comment more than I was the group)

Her mother then calls me weak, tells me I bully in groups, and says that if she anymore s**t like this happening again she will be 'doing something out it...', and goes on to giver hugs and kisses to her daughter and tell her not to let people call her names.



I'm not even going to bother pretending that it doesn't hurt, being stabbed in the back like that. But what hurts even more is knowing that none of my friends give a damn and all still worship her, and the fact that those adults didn't even bother to look at the conversation and recognize what really happened.

I've blocked her on facebook, I've banned her on facebook and I don't speak to her any more. But the fact that all my friends, people who are meant to care about me, don't give a damn about what happened hurts. Because if it had happened to somebody more popular, that 'friend' would be dead meat.

Shows what you get for putting faith in people.

I was stabbed in the back, by a so-called friend, on Canada Day, late at 4 in the afternoon. I saw a bunch of teenagers sitting around one of the large, round tree and flower gardens, on the mini brick wall, I've flashed the British sign, for F***-Off, and sneered, "Take this, Mainstream Society!" I've made two mistakes, at the same time and I didn't have much of a role model, or a personality, back in those days. My two role models were Sid Vicious and Sid from Flushed Away. The two Sids. I deserved what I had coming to me. Her and I are friends, again but I did get what was coming to me. I acted like a punk and I got treated like a punk.

Maybe It was my fault too.

Yes, you're always in the wrong, everyone else is absolutely perfect and does no evil and commits no mistakes, same as me *sarcasm*.

Look just because sometimes you screw up and you do deserve something doesn't mean you always are the one in the wrong, if you are truly in the wrong you will recognize it, I was beaten up as a child by a old friend because I was making fun of him, I deserved it and I know it, I've been backstabbed by lying swindlers countless times when I did nothing wrong, I was not in the wrong and most certainly did not "have it coming". If you take the idea that you are a pile of dreck, then the real dreck will stomp all over you. Stand up for yourself, don't let some heartless jerkoff convice you that you are the bad one when they would claim they are "perfection embodied" even though there is no such thing as perfection.