Has your best friend ever been your worst enemy?

This month's publication of What My Best Friend Did has got the Between the Sheets team thinking about good friends gone bad. Ever fallen out with a friend? Then you're playing a dangerous game ...


'I once had a pretty toxic best friend in Primary School who actually stole my diary from my bedroom and ran off down the road, laughing that she was going to read it and tell everyone what it said. Luckily my brother was quicker (and more loyal) and nicked it back. Though, ironically, I mostly wrote things about how vile she was in it ...'

'I have to admit to being a bad best friend once myself. I sort of, maybe, pretty much got together with my best friend's ex a few weeks after they broke up. I can already hear a collective intake of breath as you read this, but I was only seventeen and in massive puppy love and very much regret it. I'm soooooooooooooooorry! But at least I'm using the mighty Between the Sheets to atone for my sins.' 

'I was once friends with a girl whose parents insisted on coming EVERYWHERE we went. Bearing in mind we were in our late twenties at the time, this was a little uncomfortable, to say the least. I'd ring her up and suggest doing something, like going to the cinema. Saturday? Yes, Saturday. Oh, no, I can't - my mum's busy then ... Unsurprisingly, I don't really see her any more.'

'One of my (pet-less) best friends in Primary School insisted on feeding my goldfish every time she thought I wasn't looking. I explained to her that too many of those flaky things were bad for it, but such was the novelty of 'taking care of' something, she just couldn't help herself. Needless to say, it all ended in tears. One day it was bloated, swimming on its side; the next it was dead. Sob.'

'At primary school I had two best friends, Stephanie and Bianca. By morning break two of us would have decided we "didn't like" the other one and denounced them in front of classmates before heading off to the far end of the playing field. By lunch we would inevitably have all become BFFs (Best Friends Forever) again, hugged and shared our chocolate biscuits. But by afternoon break another one of us would have been excluded from the group, and left crying in the toilets. This must have happened every day throughout year 6. Little girls are so nasty to each other!'

 
 

Posted 20/03/2009 10:49:27 by Darren Turpin with 2 comments.