Beatrice and I have been friends since, well, forever. I don’t remember a life without her. In 7th and 8th grade we were best friends, attached at the hip. 

Freshman year we went to different high schools l, she developed anorexia and I developed depression. We didn’t talk for maybe two years because of wrongs we had both done. We started talking a little more frequently (and occasionally seeing each other) the last two years of high school. 

Between our senior year and freshman year of college, I noticed she was really active politically with a side I do not agree with. I mean sure, she’s worn political attire before but it started to bother me. When Kavanaugh was elected to his position, she posted a picture of her TV screen (that showed him) with a caption that was literally just: “👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻”. As a survivor of sexual assault, that really hurt. 

I hadn’t talked to her at all the first semester of college. But two weeks ago, she made a social media post: her friend had died. I met this friend (Yolanda) once and followed her on Instagram. She was newly engaged and Beatrice and Yolanda met at an impatient anorexia recovery place. She was obviously crushed. I text Beatrice and ask if she wanted company, because of course I would want to be there for someone despite our differences. She declined but I brought over a pint of her favorite ice cream anyway and left.

A few days ago she invited me to her house, which was supposed to be today. I was supposed to go over at 6pm. Well I got hit with a bunch of responsibilities/feelings really quickly: I have an awful family situation going on with an abusive mother, in danger of losing my health insurance, my new glasses aren’t the correct prescription, etc. I got home and it was too overwhelming for me. So, crying into my pillow I decided to cancel. Here is the conversation:

Me: “I’m really overwhelmed tonight can I come over another time? 😭😭”

Beatrice: “ugh ok- i wish i would’ve known earlier cause my friend wanted me to spend the night in *a town thats 45 minutes away* tonight”

Her response sounded extremely apathetic to me. How would I know to plan my breakdown earlier in the day? I responded:

Me: “I'm sorry that I had to cancel last minute, it happens sometimes. I just ask for your understanding that I had a lot going on” and she just ignored the text. 

So overall, to me she’s turned into a really callous person. I was truly sorry to cancel on her last minute but it was only 5:50pm, she still could’ve gone and hung out with another friend. 

But, AITA for wanting to call it quits over what is primarily political?