(Long story I’m sorry)
So, way back like 10 years ago, I had this friend (let’s name her Amber) who, unbeknownst to me was a back-stabbing rumour-making bitch. She had made up countless rumours about me, including saying that I drank water from the toilet and that I was homeless. She basically made my life hell and is part of the reason I have anxiety. Now, fast forward a few years to when I met this new person (let’s call them Eli) who seemed very nice, we had a lot in common, and we became friends. Everything was going smoothly for about 3 years, until I found out that Amber was going to be transferred to Eli’s class. Now the thing is, Eli didn’t really know the extent of which amber bullied me, she only really knew that I didn’t like her because she was an asshole to me. Anyways, I decided to warn Eli about Amber, telling them that Amber was bad news and to stay away, only to be met with Eli saying, 
“Oh, she’s actually really nice, I’m sure it’s a different Amber.” 
So, I let it go, and lo and behold, just a few weeks later, Eli came to me saying that Amber back-stabbed her. Although I wanted to tell her that I told her so, I was a good friend and comforted her and let her rant about how much she hated Amber. After that mishap, Eli and I’s friendship was going great, we heard nothing from Amber, and I actually thought that Amber was done fucking my life up. BUT BOY WAS I WRONG! Fast forwarding about 10 months later I found out that Eli was starting to talk to Amber, re-kindling their past friendship, and I was not happy to say the least. I decided to talk to Eli and remind her of what Amber had done, only for her to say,
“People change, she’s a lot nicer now”
And that was the sentence that started the rapid fall of our friendship. Eli has decided that Amber was now the superior friend, and I was nothing. This continued for a few months, our friendship still deteriorating, until I had enough. I texted Eli asking her what happened between us, hoping to start a CIVIL conversation between the two of us, hoping that I would get my best friend back. Spoiler-alert: that didn’t happen. What, instead, happened was a 500 word text message talking about how I was too controlling and I couldn’t choose who she was friends with and that her bad mental-health state was all my fault and that I just made it worse. At this point, I was feeling really bad and her indirect (but kinda obviously directed at me) Snapchat rants and Instagram posts was too much. I blocked her on everything, I deleted pictures of us, I deleted her number, I deleted every trace of our friendship. I thought that was the end, until Eli MAKES a twitter account only to message me and tell me that I’m an asshole for blocking her and how I’m a horrible person. So now I’m kinda thinking... AM I the asshole here?