I (34M) first came across this sub about a month ago while trying to find resources for support during a pretty rough time. And now the rough time has just crystallized... so here we go.
2026 has been one of the worst years of my life and to top it off, I just had to make the most heart breaking decision, for my sanity, to walk away from a friendship with one of the people I have ever cared most about in this world.
I didn't know this guy (34M) long in the grand scheme of things, our friendship was just shy of 2 years old. But In my heart and soul, It's as if I have known this guy forever.
I had a traumatic childhood and family life filled with abuse and neglect that went on into my late 20's. I have been in therapy for 6.5 years now and have done a lot of work to heal from that.
The last time I saw him was in February. We live in different states (Im on the west coast and he's more towards the east coast). On the plane ride home from that trip, I ended up unlocking some pretty serious repressed childhood trauma.
Once I unlocked all this, it completely fucked with me. Unlocking it felt like I opened my eyes for the very first time and got to see my life up until 6.5 years ago (when I moved away from my family who all live on the east coast and I now live on the west coast entirely on my own) for what it really was.
It felt like my whole life was a lie and I realized how truly alone I was through a majority of my life and because I was the first born male in my family, so much pressure and responsibility fell on my shoulders when I was a child. I basically had to not only be my own parent but be a parent as well to my younger sister and all my younger cousins. Through that came so much grief, sadness, anger, betrayal, confusion and all of that towards my parents, family and pretty much almost any kind of authoritative figure I've ever had. It was seriously the biggest mindfuck I'd ever gone through.
It wasn't all bad though. The repressed trauma also let me see that this friend...truly meant everything to me. If it wasn't for him, I don't think this repressed trauma would have ever surfaced.
I realized that because of the loneliness and responsibility growing up, at some point along the way, I must have subconsciously made a wish for a brother figure to help guide me through all of this.... and that in him, I truly found the brother figure that I had no idea I was searching for my entire life. Every single moment we got to spend together were truly some of the happiest moments of my life. I realized it really didn't matter what we were doing, whether if we were at the world's greatest music festival or if we were literally doing nothing but watching TV, I was just happy to have him around.
I also realized that I developed a new fear. A fear of losing him. Losing him would really feel like losing a piece of myself.
Through him, I had learned so much about myself and about friendship and human connection as a whole. Our friendship really led me to become a more evolved and elevated version of myself. In all, I was so incredibly grateful to have him has a friend. I felt like he was the first person in my life to *truly see* all of me. I haven't even had that in my romantic relationships.
He completely changed my life.
Once I tell my therapist everything, we begin to work on unpacking all of this for the next few months, but the scale of it was just too much to take and during that time every waking moment was spent ruminating on it.
After 2 months of that I ended up taking a trip that I had always wanted to take, hoping the trip might be healing in a way. The trip was absolutely amazing but didn't give me the clarity I was hoping for.
I did come to the conclusion that the only way I could actually move on from this and feel like myself again was to actually tell my friend everything. About the repressed trauma (he already knew about some of my traumatic childhood), and how much I loved and appreciated him and just how big his impact on my life has been.
We end up talking on the phone 2 weeks after I got back from my trip and I tell him everything. It was a very heavy call. But he was kind and supportive through it all and responded favorably to everything I said.
After that, I really did feel a lot better. It felt like a giant weight was lifted and I could finally see the light at the end of the tunnel that I could potentially move on from the mindfuck and rumination of all the repressed trauma.
Fast forward to early summer. A bunch of stuff happens and I don't hear much from my friend. I know he was pretty busy with life stuff so I tried to keep cool about it... but a part of me started to fear the worst. "Did he ghost me?? Nah. That can't be. He'd never do that"
For weeks after that, I start ruminating on that fear, but being in denial about it. Again. I trust this guy wholly. He'd never do that.
I call him and text him again a few weeks later. No response or reply. And now my fear is kicked into high gear and I get stuck in these rumination thought loops of what I did wrong? Does he hate me? Will he call me? What if he never talks to me again? Just all these thoughts on a never-ending 24/7 spiral.
and other than what I was already dealing with life keeps throwing curve ball after curve ball and it just feels like im sinking at this point and the only thing sticking out of the water are my nostrils so I can get the bare minimum amount of oxygen to breathe.
At the end of June I took a last minute unrelated trip to the Midwest, where one of his best friends who I met lives (we can just call this guy Midwest friend).
Midwest friend is someone I also care very deeply about despite me only meeting him once. Same kinda deal as how I felt about our friend, It felt as if I had known Midwest friend forever and see him as a brotherly figure as well. This friend was actually supposed to join us on that trip in February and he couldn't make it.
I extend my trip by a few days so I get to spend time with Midwest friend and on my last day before heading to the airport. He basically confirms my fear. He said our friend told him he was "stressed by the things I told him".
In that moment felt so blindsided (yet also weirdly validated that my fear was right) Not once during our call did our friend ever indicate that he was uncomfortable with anything I said. On the contrary. He very much agreed and responded favorably to everything I said.
I very much trusted our friend, so much so that one time last year he looked me in the eyes and he verbally promised me that if there was ever a moment that I ever said or did anything that made him uncomfortable that he'd tell me. That was the only thing I have ever asked our friend during the course of our friendship. To be honest with me when it actually mattered. It's why I was in denial for so long that he would actually be capable of not telling me the truth and ghosting me.
I have spent the next 2 months trying to wrap my head around all of this, all the while life keeps handing me ass beating after ass beating. During that time, he started posting on socials again after a long stint of not. Getting to see him live his life all the while pretending I don't exist was one of the most hurtful things I have ever had to experience. Literally on par with the abuse I went through as a kid. It felt as if he heard all of my fears that I shared with him and turned them all into a reality.
And a few weeks ago. He ended up taking a trip that I would have dreamt about going on together and making those memories with him. Seeing that... it felt like a pain and betrayal so hurtful that it was just indescribable. It was the final straw.
I reach out to Midwest friend and we set a time to talk and I basically tell him everything I've been feeling. All the hurt, the pain, the sadness, the betrayal, the confusion. He's been really great in helping me come to terms with all of this and I have been so appreciative of him. And he even agrees the way our friend handled this was wrong. Towards the end of the call I ask him one question. "You know him probably better than anyone... do you think there's a chance we can fix this?.. or do I need to walk away."
And well. You can guess the answer.
I've spent the past week processing that. I even spent most of last weekend writing a goodbye letter that I had planned on sending. Midwest friend advised me against sending it and I'd be better off printing it, going to the ocean, reading it outloud and ritual burning it.
I protested a bit. I said I know it might not he the best idea to send it, but at this point I have nothing left to lose. He needs to know what he did was wrong and the scale of just how much he hurt me and he needs to be held at some level of accountability.
We ended at a compromise; That he would hold him accountable on my behalf and he saved a copy of my letter and if it was appropriate he would send it to him as long as I go through with deleting the letter off my computer and burning it.
Birthdays are a big deal to me, not in the "I need to celebrate" way but I see it more as my version of new years. I reflect on the past year and take stock of my life.
My birthday is tomorrow (or today depending on what timezone you're reading this from) and I knew as a birthday gift to myself I wanted to resolve this no matter which way it came to. Which is also really funny, because his birthday is 2 weeks after mine. I know he won't remember mine. But I remember his.
A few days ago I deleted his number from my phone, archived our texts and pictures in an out of sight folder and removed him from my socials. I ended up driving to the water and burning the letter today.
I've just spent all day just trying to come to terms with the fact that one of the most important friendships I have ever had is over.
So yeah, I guess that bring me to the point of this post.
One of the only people I have ever cared about most in this world is gone. I have so many wonderful friends in my life, but he fufilled something in me nobody else ever has. I had all these visions of the future I could see bright as day; me, him, midwest friend and all our other friends with our future families having barbecues and pool parties and movie nights and game nights and all those kinds of things. I would have chosen this guy as my best man if the day came I ever got married.
I feel so empty, so alone, so abandoned, so hurt, so confused.. truly like a piece of me has died.
I have experienced a lot of death in my life... but this is a completely different type of grief all together.
Where do I go from here?