The Moment I Knew I Had To Dump My Best Friend

It ultimately turned out to be the best thing for me.

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Published January 09, 2026
Andrea D'Aquino

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My ex-best friend and I knew each other for decades. And like all friendships, the relationship I had with her ebbed and flowed. We had stages where we talked a lot and times when we went months without catching up. There were months when she really needed me, and I’d check in on her every day, and times when she’d do the same. I went through some tough times, and she rushed to see me.

We were at each other’s weddings and watched each other navigate things like marriage difficulties, motherhood, career changes and family issues.

She was my person, and for a long time, I felt our friendship was so special that no other friend could compare to her. And so I treated my other friends like that without even realizing it.

But something happened to us as we got older: the dynamic shifted, and I realized it, but it was too painful for me to even say it out loud. I felt I protected the friendship more. I made time for her whenever she’d make it for me. I had no problem clearing my schedule for her, even though she often cancelled or cut our girl time short. For years, I’d feel let down and hurt by this behavior, but I never dared to say anything. I was clinging to the way things used to be, hoping we’d get the dynamic back and I’d feel important again.

I wanted to be the cool, chill friend. The one who didn’t pressure her or ask too much of her because I’d watched her end her other friendships if she didn’t like something they did. I noticed a pattern in which she confided in me about them, yet didn't talk to them about it. Then she’d just cut them loose.

I was like the submissive wife trying not to set her husband off for fear he’d leave. So I kept everything inside and tried to deal with the fact that I often felt cast aside and not very important in her life. It was something my ex-husband noticed, and I’d try to act like it didn’t bother me because I didn’t want to be high maintenance.

Yes, I couldn’t get as close to her as I wanted, but I didn’t need to be so sensitive about it. I wanted her in my life and didn’t think I could express my feelings.

And she dumped me anyway. We had an argument, and I hung up the phone sobbing after apologizing profusely and asking her what I could do to make things right.

We both tried (halfheartedly) to mend the friendship, but after a few months, a light switched on, and I ended our friendship.

I had no idea how much relief I’d feel. If I had known I would feel this free, I would have let it go a long time ago. I didn't know how emotionally exhausted I was by trying to be the bigger person and the best friend I could be. But repressing your feelings doesn’t equal being a better friend. Always being the one to reach out and try to make plans left me feeling sad. I know that now, and I honestly think she came into my life to teach me that lesson.

Our friendship ended two years ago, and while I was really sad for a long time, something beautiful happened when I was ready to stop mourning the friendship: I’ve not only developed stronger friendships with my other girlfriends, but I've also met a woman who has shown me what a true friendship actually looks like.

It’s reciprocal. We share our feelings, even if we’ve hurt the other, and then we move forward. We protect our friendship and never claim to be too busy for each other. That looks like saying things like, “I can’t talk now, but I’ll call in a few hours,” or “That day is too tight for me, but what about the following week?”

I don’t live in fear that my friendships are going to slip away, but I also know I will be fine if they do, because it’s so true that when something ends, it makes room for something else to begin.

That friendship was wonderful for a time, and I will always have fond memories of her. I don’t carry any bitterness or resentment because where would that get me, really?

I see now that I held on to her so tightly that I didn’t even ask myself if the friendship was working for me, which it wasn’t. I felt insecure, replaceable, and if I’m being honest, I didn’t trust her because I’d seen how she’d thrown so many other women away.

I didn’t know all of that then, but I know it now. And the only reason I do is because that relationship ended. If it hadn’t, I honestly don’t think I would have let my new best friend into my life because I was holding on to the fantasy of what I wanted things to be like with my ex-best friend, not how they truly were.

Friendships change, and I found peace in letting my friend go, so I could open up to new experiences and people.

Have you ever dumped a friend? Or have you ever been dumped? Let us know in the comments below.

Katie Bingham-Smith is a longtime lifestyle, health, relationships, and parenting writer who’s spent the past seven years connecting with readers through her work at Scary Mommy. A regular contributor to AARP The Girlfriend Letter and Grown & Flown, she holds a BA in English Literature with a minor in creative writing from Green Mountain College. Her writing has appeared in multiple anthologies, Woman’s World, and Bangor Metro Magazine, and she’s currently finishing her first romance novel. Katie lives in Maine with her three kids, two ducks, and a Goldendoodle—and when she’s not writing, she’s reading, at the gym, redecorating, or doing a little too much online shopping.