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The Friends Who Don't Deserve a Spot on Your Circle

Not all friendships are created equal. Some people will bleed you dry and act shocked when you finally cut them loose.


Start with the emotional dumpers. You know the type. They show up, unload their entire psychological inventory like you're a storage unit, then bounce feeling refreshed while you're left processing their unresolved trauma. Venting and genuine emotional processing are different sports. One is screaming into the void for temporary relief. The other requires sitting with uncomfortable feelings long enough to understand what they mean.


Dumpers skip the second part. They need you as their emotional landfill because doing their own internal work sounds hard. The script never changes. They arrive in crisis mode, talk at you for an hour, feel miraculously better, then disappear until the next meltdown. Meanwhile, you're exhausted and resentful, trapped in a friendship built entirely on their refusal to get their shit together. Reciprocity means both people give and take. Friends who treat you like a therapy dumpster clearly missed that memo.


Then there's the professional victim who won't acknowledge a single thing they've done wrong. These friends have Oscar-worthy performances: "I honestly have no clue why she stopped talking to me. Like, nobody ever tells me anything." That's not confusion. That's strategic amnesia. They know exactly what happened. Playing dumb just means they don't have to own it, and owning it would require actual change.


Chronically irresponsible friends force everyone else to pick up their slack. Research links birth order to stress responses, particularly for eldest daughters who spend childhoods compensating for dysfunctional family members. But this dynamic isn't limited to siblings. When your friend refuses to handle basic adult responsibilities, you end up covering for them. Your brain runs constant damage control. Anxiety becomes so normal you forget what calm feels like. Your nervous system stays in survival mode while they float through life consequence-free.


Wild how that works out for them.


People who love chaos think drama is cute. Everything is an emergency. Everything is falling apart. Everything needs your immediate attention, and they fully expect you to live in that heightened state with them. Their normal is your breaking point. The solution is straightforward: absolutely not. Take your manufactured drama elsewhere. Some people mistake constant disaster for depth, confusing intensity with genuine intimacy.


Emotionally reactive friends are exhausting. Having big feelings is human. Reacting intensely in the moment is normal. What's not normal is when emotions consume every conversation and logic gets suffocated. You can't have a rational discussion because their feelings take up all available space.


This pattern often traces back to homes where yelling replaced communication and emotional explosions became the default setting. That dysfunction gets inherited like unwanted furniture. You didn't pick your childhood environment. But choosing to stay trapped in those patterns as a grown adult? That's completely on you. Reactivity isn't edgy or authentic. It's damaging to everyone around you. Unlearning toxic communication takes real effort, and that's work nobody else can do for you.


Protecting your peace isn't cruel. It's necessary. These friendship patterns drain more than they give, warp your reality, and demand energy people never return. Walking away doesn't make you a bad person. It makes you smart.


Your peace has value. Guard it accordingly. Some people will call you cold for having boundaries. Damn right you are.


@Santitos

@salinasmariasantos


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