>>103382097I had a friend like that. She was my best friend from like early middle-school. It was amazing that we stayed friends so long. I was a grade ahead but we both enjoyed the same art things.
I wanted her to be at my wedding as a bridesmaid. I asked her that four times in my life: before I had a boyfriend, when I got my first boyfriend, when I was engaged to said boyfriend, and when the wedding actually started being planned.
It was at the end of highschool I immediately went to college in another state. She had grown up into a stick bushy-browed qt3.14 who was socially stunted and shy around boys (and had a thing for a mutual guy friend). I ignored any of the warning signs, but even then when I told her she would look cute in the dresses I'd pick for bridesmaids she nodded and agreed.
One year into college on the break back home she told me she wanted to be known by a different name and gender. I broke down crying in a Chinese restaurant with my family she was going to meet me at. I told them I was crying because me friend just died. My boyfriend (who is fine with the lgbt community) assured me that my friend was not dead, just maturing. Said friend promised me she'd wear a dress to my wedding that day.
Skip to the end of college, I still keep my connections. I text her up(doesn't answer calls, is still terrible at talking to people) and tell her (s)he's the maid of honor as (s)he's my oldest and dearest friend.
Flat out tells me "I'm not wearing a dress"
It was then I realized I wasn't talking to that friend I had made in middleschool and kept highschool. I was talking to (new male identity) who had long since kill my old friend, and our friendship along with it.
My fiance flat out refused to let this person ruin the wedding by wearing a tux among the fabulous dresses I picked, but I still sent an invitation.
That bitch didn't even show up.
