My bestie swears up and down I’m a petty bitch when I think I haven’t done anything wrong.
So, my all time best guy friend, let’s call him Matt, is in love with me. We met in senior year but fell out of contact and reestablish contact around April 2018. And he and I start hanging out all the time. Now I don’t have a car at that point so he comes to pick me up and we do fun things. Now he was a larger guy, not super overweight but big enough he was unhappy and had self confidence issues/body image issues. So I encouraged him to start eating better and invited him to come work out with me and he started dropping pounds like nobody’s business. He was feeling good about himself. I even helped him get a job.  I literally changed his life for the better. He was even friends with my dad. We told each other everything, he was my best friend and I even saw him as an older brother.  So for that reason plus the fact that he just wasn’t the type of guy I’m looking for I wouldn’t date him (despite all of our other friends saying oh you guys would be cute together and all this is the man you married and all this other stuff they gave him false hope), so for those reasons I suppose he held out hope. I figured (hoped)  It would  pass. Nope. Wrong. Now we tell each other everything he brought me all his problems, which is fine I don’t mind listening and I’ve been told I give pretty good advice, but he kept bringing me the same problem, that all he wanted was a girlfriend. He brought this problem to me twice a week if not more. It was beginning to become a strain on our friendship. My best friend and I helped him set up a tinder, he hadn’t matched with very many girls yet, he also kept thinking he could get girls that where on my level of attractiveness, big boobs, with a nice ass. (Y’all will probably crucify me for that but it’s the truth, unless he finds some 10 with daddy issues) But I digress, I finally just couldn’t take it anymore I had told him for months he needed to go to therapy (I did it in subtle ways I brought it up talked about my time in therapy as a child and how it helped me. But he seemed very unreceptive to it so I didn’t push the issue), he’s a messed up dude his family did it to him, and being overweight most of his life definitely didn’t help. And so I was like look you need to go to therapy, I even offered to go with him and help him fill out the forms and take him to a good place. After two long hours of tears and things he finally agreed. So I went with him signed him up and finally things started to get better and go his way. He was getting the help he needed and he got a very promising match on tinder. (As a matter fact he’s with that girl right now) but he was still madly in love with me. So his therapist said “you need to cut her out of your life. So that you can move on.” He was very upset about it. But he did it. And I understood, but now I’m a little resentful of the fact that he kicked me out of his life. 