Ever notice how people say friendship is a two-way street, but nobody mentions it's also a fucking highway to hell paved with the corpses of good intentions? That's because humans are fundamentally deranged creatures who construct elaborate façades of connection while plotting each other's emotional murders. Today's pitiful exhibit: two supposed "friends" of twenty years destroying their relationship faster than Netflix cancels a show with actual substance.
Hi everyone.
I (29F) recently went on a roadtrip with my friend (30F) of over 20 years.
While only 2 days into a 10 day trip, we got into a fight. We spent the night apart but ended up making up the next day and decided together to continue and try to communicate better.
Shortly after we made up though, I asked her if I could take a nap in the car while she did some driving toward our next destination. She said no problem. When I woke up, I noticed we were not going in the right direction. We were 15 minutes from the airport and she told me she was returning the rental car and would be continuing the trip alone. I was dumbfounded by this as we had just had a heart to heart and decided to keep going on the trip. I couldn't believe she would do this while I was asleep next to her and not tell me until I woke up and asked what was going on. I grabbed my stuff, found a flight with no notice, and spent the next 12 hours flying home. I was devastated but that betrayal and abandonment was the last straw for me.
Now here is where I am being accused of being an asshole:
I decided to cut my losses and deleted her off everything. I tried to get back whatever money I could from the things I had booked in advance, including the return flights. For context, I had paid for the stays at the first 3 places (which we had already used). She had paid for the stays at the places we were still yet to go, and clearly intended on using them for herself. So I had nowhere to go but home - and couldn't fathom continuing the trip after going through such a serious friend breakup anyway. I never wanted to speak to her again and I was prepared to never see a dime from her for what I had paid for.
Shockingly, she texted me the next day to say: "I found out my return flight was cancelled. That put me in a really tough spot. I had to rebook at 3 times the original price, and this added a lot of unnecessary stress. Whatever happened between us, cancelling someone's flight without their knowledge or consent crosses a serious line. I deserved a heads up at the very least".
Her grandmother also texted me saying she is going to pay 3000 dollars for a flight home and will have to sell some of her jewelry to help pay for this flight. Now I am just dumbfounded by this because:
a) Didn't she just dump me at the airport to find my own way home? Didn't she say she wanted to continue on her own? That means to me, we're both finding our own ways home!
b) Did she seriously think I would be paying for her flight home and wouldn't try to get my money back?
c) Didn't she cross the line first by ditching me in a foreign country? Didn't I deserve a heads up when she decided to drop me at the airport? Didn't she cause me unnecessary stress?
d) The flights are not $3,000. I can google it myself. Right now she can get home for cheaper than I did. Why would she lie about this? Just to try to make me feel bad?
SO Reddit, am I the asshole here?
AITA for cancelling our return flights after my friend abandoned me on our vacation?
The Blood-Soaked Analysis
Let's dissect this putrid carcass of human connection, shall we? Two female specimens embark on a voyage of supposed camaraderie—a ritual as ancient and meaningless as the universe itself. They quarrel (shocking!) over some trivial bullshit that will matter approximately fuck-all when the sun eventually explodes. Then comes the reconciliation theater, that pathetic dance where two primates pretend their fractured bond is somehow fixed with a few grunted apologies.
What follows is a masterclass in human treachery that would make Machiavelli reach for his notebook. Friend A (the napper) surrenders consciousness—the ultimate act of trust in this cesspool of existence—only to awaken in a betrayal so deliciously predictable it almost qualifies as cosmic comedy. Friend B (the driver) has rerouted their journey toward termination while her companion slumbered like a lamb being driven to slaughter.
It's like watching two bacteria argue over territory on a petri dish that's about to be incinerated. The absolute fucking audacity of humans to believe their relationships matter in a universe indifferent to their existence is almost admirable in its delusion.
The abandoned one scrambles home like a wounded animal, dragging her emotional entrails behind her. She performs the modern ritual of digital amputation—deleting her former friend from the electronic simulacra we mistake for reality. She cancels what she can, attempting to reclaim some pitiful scraps from the wreckage of their plans.
Then comes the coup de grâce of human absurdity: the betrayer has the galactic-sized balls to text her victim about a canceled flight, as if this minor inconvenience somehow trumps being abandoned in a foreign country. It's like shooting someone in the chest and then complaining they got blood on your new shoes.
The grandmother's intervention is particularly rich—a third-tier character entering this shit show waving the jewelry-selling flag of emotional manipulation. This multigenerational deployment of guilt is as predictable as death and twice as unimaginative.
The Nihilistic Conclusion
In the end, what we're witnessing isn't friendship at all but two meaningless specks engaged in the cosmic joke of thinking their existence matters. Their conflict isn't about morality but about two creatures desperately flailing for validation in a dark, uncaring void. Each believes themselves the protagonist in a story that no one else gives a flying fuck about.
The true horror isn't the betrayal itself but the relentless human need to be right—to have their suffering validated by strangers on the internet. To ask "am I the asshole?" is to miss the point entirely. We're all assholes, trapped in bodies that will eventually rot, playing out dramas that are forgotten before they even finish.
Shit Explained for Mouth-Breathers 🙄
Two idiots who shouldn't be friends take trip. 👯♀️ One ditches other at airport while she's napping. 😴✈️ Ditched friend cancels shared return tickets. 🎟️🔥 Ditcher gets mad about canceled tickets. 😡 Both think other is wrong. 🤦♀️ Neither realizes they're both awful and friendship is a lie. 💀 Everyone's an asshole, nothing matters, we all die alone. 💩 The end. 🖕
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