In high school I had a friend that we'll call Alice. At the start, we were somewhat of an item, but I said something stupid and we had a minor falling out.

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Months pass and we are on great terms again. She got a boyfriend we'll call Chad, her dream lad. He was a hopeless romantic and super good to her at first. About a month later, Chad dumped her when she didn't say that she loved him. He started dating some chick the very next day that he had wanted (and probably been cheating with). This entire debacle sparked Alice's downward spiral into a deeper depression than she had been in from bulimia (which I found out about later), and she called bawling because she was contemplating suicide.

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Over time, Alice started to drift. She stopped responding to me - she was 'fine' and just 'busy'; her Snapchat story showed her at parties. She'd make plans, only to never show, and later I'd see that she had gone to some other thing. I tried to help her out on this for two years instead of just leaving.

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She joined the robotics team with me and some other friends. Another person on this team, Rachel, was an absolute nutcase. Hated me for calling her out on letting my friend sing soprano but not me. Supposedly, this incident was extreme enough to make Rachel contemplate suicide that night.

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During a robotics meeting it came up about myself and the other captain's college choices. I had said that I was accepted to school in Florida and, without missing a beat, Rachel fires out "Make sure you don't remake Parkland!" days after the massacre. I stormed out and found out that Alice ended up comforting Rachel. She constantly referred to me as her best friend to everyone under the sun, but she never acted like it.

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The straw that broke the camel's back was in the middle of packing to move. My family had decided that they were also going to move, with me, 2 weeks before the date I was planning to leave for school, on top of me working full-time, and insulted me for 'not packing enough', when I packed half the house. One day I snapped from all the pressure and went into my room with a blade. Nobody was answering my frantic messages or pleas for help, except Alice. I called her about twenty minutes later, in tears, and begged for help. She laughed and hung up the phone.

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The other day, I'm talking to one of my robotics buddies. Talk turns to the roster. Alice quit. Turns out she's drinking, smoking, and bulimic again as a type-1 diabetic - essentially a death sentence. After thinking about it, all I could say was, "good riddance", in the hopes that she could never hurt someone again like she hurt me.

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TL;DR - My 'best friend' from high school whose life I saved multiple times laughed at me when I called her - suicidal - and hung up to leave me to die. I found out that she is a smoking, bulimic, alcoholic diabetic, and said "good riddance."

Reddit, Am I The Asshole?