When I was 13, I shared a PE class with a girl I had known and had been friends with for a while. She was the only person I really knew in that class so I hung out with her a lot. Come the second semester, she told me she had a crush on me. This was the first time a girl told me she liked me and I didn’t know how to react. I decided, why not, and she became my first girlfriend. At first it was fine, we never hung out alone or kissed or anything, but we talked and had fun together. However, there were several warning signs I wish I picked up earlier. She would always victimize herself, saying shit like “do you not like me you never say I love you.” She would also go through these “depression episodes” and go on and on about being depressed over text but acting just fine in person. She also just made EVERYTHING about her, randomly dropping her personal trauma in casual conversation looking for sympathy. Basically, she thought life was a romance novel and that she was the main character. I eventually picked up on these signs but said we could still be friends. This only lead to her being more obsessive, trying to get me to drop everything to help her with her relationship drama. The straw that broke the camel’s back was her starting a rumor I was trans. I confronted her, she tried to lie out of it, I cut ties with her, end of story.
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