Can you tell me a story about someone who was very close to you who wound up not being the person you thought?

Friend
Disappointed
Six years
No the universe didn’t need to show me over and over.
Yes, I accepted it? (did I have a choice?)
Yes, they changed.
We went our seperate ways.

Like @Pandora it was a couple of very toxic friends. Yes I was disappointed, but more than that it really, truly hurt me. They didn’t act any worse than they had for years, but I’d kept making excuses for them, what changed was that I got ill, and at a time when you should be able to depend on your friends, they decided to be at their worst, and they didn’t just let me down they betrayed me in ways I don’t want to think about. Yes, I accepted that they are who they are, and we went our own ways. It goes against my nature to give up on anyone, but they were making my illness worse, and caused me a lot of pain.

I had a good friend. We had known him for years. We’d gone on vacations together.

At one point he got a girlfriend whom he introduced to us. She was a very nice person and we liked her a lot. We became friends with her separately from our other friend.

Then the good friend started doing things I didn’t like to his girlfriend. He wouldn’t tell her how he felt or what he wanted. He started making promises and then not coming through on them.

I told him I didn’t like the way he was treating her. Eventually, he broke up with her. That was a big disappointment. It was kind of like a divorce where you had to choose one or the other. We choose to let our good friend go.

Eventually, both people left town and we lost touch. I was very surprised that my friend acted that way. He was a psychologist and should have known better than to behave so dishonestly. After that, I began to wonder if he should have a license, but I guess you can help other people even if you can’t follow your own advice.

My two sisters and I were so close to our brother’s wife that we considered her a real sister. When she and our brother decided to separate after ~20 years of marriage and three children, she turned the divorce into one ugly battle. While our brother wanted to work through the problems with counselling, she would go to a few sessions and then refuse to return. I stopped by her house one time, and she proceeded to tell me, in front of the kids, how she wanted to take him for every penny he had. It was akin to having a cold bucket of water suddenly dumped on me, and it broke my heart. My two sisters also experienced something (each different) that made them feel that they needed to support our brother. We never discussed it until several years after the divorce.

Had she changed? I don’t think so. She just kept up the facade of being a happy housewife for many years when she really is more of a free spirit. It was just disappointing that someone with a PhD in Psychology could not work through the problems, particularly since our brother wanted to and learned to recognize his faults through therapy. The worst part is that she, in my opinion, taught their two daughters to disrespect their father.

It’s been about 15 years since the divorce, and the wounds have healed, but there is still a noticeable scar. About a year ago, she was in town and invited Mom out to dinner. She talked of regrets for the way she handled the situation and even mentioned that she wonders if she made a mistake. We haven’t talked in years, but if I were to get a call from her and she said she needed help, I’d do whatever I could in a heartbeat.

My father and I were very close during my childhood. When I turned 11, I found out that he was addicted to crack. He also beat my real mother a lot. I can’t remember a day that I didn’t see her bloodied and bruised throughout my childhood. Then he ended up stealing a lot of TVs and wound up in jail for a very long time. I always looked up to him and he was my role model. I still haven’t forgiven him and I don’t talk to him to this day.

Also, I lived with my uncle for a very long time. When I was living with him, I thought he was the best man alive. He was such a great replacement for my father and he treated me like his own. A few years later, I stumbled upon him murdering someone. I’ll never be the same again. I did end up telling the police and he was also put in jail. I still love him and I go to see him, but he has completely ruined the trust I had in him.

It was an ex-SO and, yes, I had to be shown over and over and over again and disappointed more times than I want to admit to being there for. He’s still calling me but usually when he’s drunk- loves me lots then. I think it’s possible for him to change but I think it’ll have to be an ulcer or antabuse.

Yes, it was my one and only boyfriend I have had… he’s the reason I don’t have one now.
The trust that he broke makes it really hard for me to really trust a guy again like that in a relationship… I’m just not able to.
He lied about loving me, everything we did together was him putting on an act. He pretended to be someone he wasn’t, lied about what he did…where he was at times and how old he was.
Turns out it was a dispute between his family and my dad in business and he was just trying to get to my dad through me. Then when I found out and confronted him he changed into this arrogant jerk, telling me to eff off and that he never loved me one bit.