Sentimental - ditto what Dana Jean said. As I was reading your post, it was like I was reliving grades 6-11 with one of my "best" friends. She loved to belittle me in front of her more popular friends. She noticed everything I did differently (such as wear a new style of shoe, etc) and would immediately shoot it down. Once, in ninth grade, I decided to wear eye shadow. She said, "Oh, you put on eyeshadow? It looks like sh*t." I was a very sensitive, insecure, introverted person, and this cut me to the core. If ever I mustered up the courage to tell her that she hurt my feelings, she'd laugh like a hyena and say, "I was joking! Can't you take a joke? You're so overly sensitive."
My mother hated her, she saw right through her and encouraged me to end our "friendship." I finally did, in our junior year of high school. I had a crush on a guy (she loved to make fun of him and call him a dork and a doofus, etc.), and made the mistake of telling her about it. And let me tell you, it was more than a crush - I pined for the dude for over a year. Then I noticed that she started flirting with him, and he eventually asked her on a date, which of course she accepted without any hesitation. Even still, i was her friend. But I'll never forget the day I ended things. We were in the gym locker room, changing for PE, and she started telling me about their date the previous weekend. She told me about how they were making out on her sofa. I told her that I really wasn't interested in hearing about it. Naturally, she went on, until finally his zipper was undone and he was "begging for it." I looked at her and very calmly said, "You know, I don't think I want to be your friend anymore." She acted like I'd thrown acid in her face, and I think it was because she could see in my eyes that I was serious and done with her. Oh, the histrionics! She cried, she yelled to all of the locker room that I'd just broken her heart and told her I didn't want to be friends again, etc. Some girls came up to her and hugged her; meanwhile, I just kept packing my gym clothes into my locker and tying my shoelaces, etc. One girl was actually blotting my ex-friend's tears and telling her that everything was going to be allright, she deserved better, etc. A couple of girls were giving me the stinkeye. My insides were on fire, I felt like I was going to hurl, but I was so proud of myself and felt free! After a few days, some girls told me they'd heard about it, and they were very sympathetic since they'd been on the receiving end of her bullsh** before.
I'm sorry this is so long, SF. I just wanted to say, get rid of her before she hurts you more because she will. She won't believe it when you tell her to bug off and you mean it. You sound like a smart girl - I don't know how old you are, but I'm assuming you're a teenager, or in college. There are many, many people just like you who cherish friends who come without drama and hysteria.
A funny thing - I'm 45 years old and now live about an hour away from where I grew up. This girl I was friends with, she now lives 5 minutes away from my house and her son is in the same grade as my daughter at the same school. The tall, blonde, thinnish teenager is now 45 and working her way through her second gastric bypass, and takes enough tranquilizers every day to kill a horse. She has no friends in town. Karma's a b*tch.
[QUOTE=The Sentimental Fool;423851]I am irritated today because I am an angry person...... (long story that follows)