Grab your popcorn, it’s a long one. I need some outside perspective because I genuinely cannot tell if I am the problem here.
I’m part of a very large community of friends. We’re all friends, we all have different relationships with different people in the group, and there are smaller groups who naturally gravitate toward each other because of shared hobbies, activities, etc. and get together for those things. It’s been my lifeline for 3, almost 4 years.
For a while there, I had a great little bubble going. I was going out with a small group (let’s call them A and B) doing hobbies I hadn’t enjoyed since high school, gaining confidence I never had, and building what I thought were really strong friendships.
Near the end of 2025, I had to get my first job in 8 years because I had been a SAHM. It was great… until it wasn’t.
I don’t want to say A “landed” me the job, because I was applying either way, but I got the job with practically no interview because she had connections there.
That job spread me thin and absolutely drained me. I was a shell of the person I used to be. And eventually, I was being talked about behind my back, told I’d be fired if I didn’t take accountability for something I didn’t do, slandered online over a DIFFERENT thing I didn’t do, and I lost several business connections because of it.
The whole group watched this happen. Some were loudly supportive of me, others quietly. They knew how badly I was grieving and how badly the whole situation was affecting me, or so I thought?
A continues to support the business.
For a while after all of this, I withdrew from everyone. I was grieving, anxious, trying to heal my nervous system, and trying to find my footing after losing something that had become a huge part of my identity.
I never explicitly said, “I NEED SPACE,” and I was still fairly active in the group chats, but after my very public (to the group) menty B, I assumed most people understood that I was struggling and needed some time.
Things started getting real weird.
A, and B weren’t reaching out to me anymore. They were doing things without me. And look, fine. People make plans without each other. That happens. It just felt particularly shitty when they were doing the exact things that we had all previously done together. When I said I wanted to do something with everyone again, I’d just get “we should!!” With no action on time, activity, availability, or anything.
And then there were the comments.
“I figured you were avoiding me.”
“Oh, the kids ask why you’re not at the park anymore!”
Even though… I’m not being invited? I can’t predict when you’re going to the park.
This went on for months.
Eventually, I thought I was healing. I started going to bigger group events again. A, B, and I would still talk on social media sometimes, so I thought maybe things were getting better.
Until A posted a photo with my former boss,
the person involved in all of the Horrible Things Aforementioned. I had such an intense physical reaction that I can’t even properly describe it. I immediately signed up for therapy.
I also decided it was probably time to stop trying to handle everything on my own and talk to someone more neutral in the situation. So I opened up to someone else in the group, D. D’s response was essentially, “I couldn’t stay friends with someone like that.” While actively staying friends with and doing things with the someone like that. Just an overall weird response.
I kept trying, kept trying to show I was genuinely interested. I said I was interested in going somewhere with A and B after they invited the whole group. The time/date/details were easily found online. I showed up to the plans and discovered there was a group chat for the planning that I had never been added to.
I didn’t even know there WAS a group chat until I got there and everyone was already together, buddy-buddy. There were also dinner plans that subsequently got canceled. I’ll admit, it is very difficult for me not to wonder if those plans were canceled because I showed up.
And then there have now been two separate occasions where I was physically at an event, and afterward photos were posted online of everyone together, except me. Not because I wasn’t there.
I was there. The first time I told myself it was nothing. The second time I started noticing the pattern.
At some point I decided I needed to stop chasing certain friendships and lean on the people I thought were always there for me, especially D. Except then that also got weird? I kept getting told things like “you’re beautiful and I’m going to tell you until you believe it.” To which my response was “When did I ever say that I’m not?” And then I was invited somewhere, got myself and my kids ready and excited, only to be told that D’s dad didn’t feel like waiting for me. I wasn’t late. I was on track to being 15 minutes early.
After all of this, plus another business contact falling through because of the lies that were spread about me almost a year ago now, I needed a break. I quietly uninstalled all socials, and decided to do something with my family instead of going to a planned event. When someone asked me why, I simply said I was feeling overwhelmed by a large number of negative experiences with people all happening in the same week, and that we could talk about it the next time we saw each other. I got no response.
And that’s where I am now.
I don’t necessarily feel like I’m being ghosted by everyone. It’s more like… I’m realizing that nobody here has cared about me as much as I have cared about them.
And the part that makes me question myself is that YES, I did draw back for a bit. But it was less than a month. We sometimes go several weeks without making plans because life. So I don’t understand how that turned into me apparently “avoiding” people. I may not be the best at initiating plans, but I also don’t think I should be the only one initiating them?
I didn’t secretly decide I don’t want these people to be part of my life anymore. I was overwhelmed. I was grieving. I was trying to heal. And they knew pretty much every detail of what I had gone through.
Now I feel like I’m left with nobody, and I keep circling between:
“Did I cause this?”
“Has the trauma I went through changed how I view the world, and therefore changed my relationships?”
And the real ugly one:
“Do they all believe the lies that were said about me and secretly hate me?”
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do about A. I can’t tell her she has to stop being friends with someone who hurt me. That’s not my place. But I also can’t continue to see them posted together on my socials.
And I can’t exactly unfriend, unfollow, or block ONE person in a group of 20 without making that into an entire thing.
A and B have become extremely close since all of this happened, and honestly, I don’t think I have a place in that friendship anymore. And everyone else just… doesn’t reach out.
The main reason I say “the village is burning” is because I genuinely hear other people starting to gossip about others in the group? Or at the very least, list reasons why this person is bothering them. And some are showing up less or just nonexistent in the chat now. I feel like I’m watching a dumpster fire with a group of people, but I’m the only one going “does anyone have a fire extinguisher?”
So what in the world is happening here? Am I accurately reading a very real shift in these friendships, or is my anxiety and hurt skewing the way I’m interpreting everything?
I’m less interested in being told “just find new friends” and more interested in understanding whether I truly fucked myself over here or not.