Exactly, I'd seen her go through so many friends too. I just wasn't around to know both sides, so I only heard her side. But after awhile I will admit, I was glad before she moved to the town we are in now, because when she would tell me these stories, I would think "What is wrong with all these people?!"
She had a tendency to move a lot. I've said that. And she's very outgoing, and friendly, really pretty, and if you're a guy EXTREMELY complimentary. So she has no trouble meeting people. She really imposes on people right away. Asking them to drive her places, buy her booze, take her to dinner, loan her $20...etc. And these "friendships" would be quick and intense. She'd have, what I call, "Just add water" bff's. Though I was apparently the only person that was her TRUE Bff, and the only person she could Really talk to. Anyways, after a few months these people would just DROP her. Stop taking her calls, text, emails, msgs. Everything. The would do a Houdini act and just disappear. This happened to her so much, and she'd get so hurt, then she'd move again. Everyone f*@ked HER over. Everyone made up reasons to dislike her, and she didn't understand why.
She would talk about how she didn't understand for a few weeks, and she'd ask me why I thought that it happened, and then she'd have moved on and it was like those friends never even existed.
But I guess I thought our friendship was different because we had longevity. We had years, not a few months. I thought that counted for something. I thought the fact we'd had a few fights under our belt, and had remained friends meant something. That I was her bff.
I think it just meant that I was dumb enough to still keep giving her what she wanted. Attention.
And she honestly only really wanted me to listen to her bitch, and or give her something. I ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS thought it was pretty one sided.
When I had a fight with my, then fiance, one night, I went to talk to her, and she listened for 10 min. Told me that I will probably divorce, and I shouldn't have kids with him. (WTF advice is that!?!?!) Then she started talking about her flavor of the week guy, and how great things were.
I always left feeling emotionally drained, hurt, ashamed, anxious, confused, and used.