I really don’t have any excuse for this. I can’t justify it at all . . . I showed everyone naked pictures of my BFF. There’s more: she never found out and I never told her.
It’s a long story, but Manny was my best friend since 6th grade. We were so close by the time it was senior year of high school that complete strangers on the street would ask us if we were twins. Even though we look nothing alike. She has long wavy hair and square features and I have short hair and a round face. We dressed so similar and were so in sync with the way we spoke, gestured, and behaved people thought we must be related.
In junior high we had even made our own secret code language to pass notes in class. She was basically the sister I never had—so how could I do something so awful?
When we were 16 Manny’s relationship with her parents got so bad she ran away from home. . . twice. The first time I did everything I was supposed to, I thought. My parents let her stay with us, I let her borrow my clothes, I took her to my school guidance counselor (we didn’t go to the same high school), I even did research on free programs that help kids get emancipated (basically like getting divorced) from their parents.
She didn’t take anyone’s advice and eventually went back home. Then one day, after not hearing from her for months, she showed up at my door step with a few bags and asked to stay the night. It seemed like no big deal at the time. Well, one night turned into two and a half years!
Almost immediately after staying with us (which my parents were so supportive of, how cool is that?) she dropped out of high school and started doing drugs. When I told her that she couldn’t stay here unless she went back to school she basically ignored me. My parents didn’t want to kick her out because how could they put a 16-year-old out on the streets?
We lived in the same house and literally did not speak for two years. I was devastated. I had lost not just a friend, but my sister. I was angry one day so I logged into her email (we shared all our passwords) and found naked pictures of her and her boyfriend fooling around. They were full frontal, totally none of my business—so naturally I thought the best revenge would be to show them to my friends.
I sent them around to about ten people—who didn’t know her since she and I went to different schools. After I did it I immediately felt guilty! No matter how horrible she was to me, which was pretty bad sometimes, it was a terrible thing to do.
I would never do anything like that again and ever since I swore that no matter how crappy anyone ever treated me, spite and revenge are totally not the right thing to do.
It wasn’t until years later when I was in college that we sort of became friends again. We’ll never be as close as we were as teenagers and even though we only see each other a few times a year, she’ll always be my sister.
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