I was going through a phase at the time, questioning who I actually was inside. She took it as "Oh yep, you're trans"(Which turned out I wasn't), which in turn had her not only tell half of my friends(Which caused her to then argue with one of them, and we haven't talked since, sadly), but to pressure me to "come out" for something I never wanted to do. The whole time she called me weak, she criticized me...And the times I was trying to be nice to her, she'd just get into an argument with me and more criticism would arise. Every day was just her complaining, me trying to help, and then her yelling at me because I wasn't good enough or whatever. Being told that every day was awful. But then came the times when she began to hate all men, and in turn really kept on pressuring me to "confess" to my mom, but also call CPS on my dad because he was "abusive"(Though he wasn't at ALL). The constant pressuring made me so conflicted that I honestly couldn't tell what to do. I stopped talking to her on December 21st of 2015, and I thought I was all high and mighty for breaking this. The good times came back to me though...I miss the old her so much, before she moved, before she became toxic to everyone...I'm so grateful one of my friends who she tried to manipulate stayed with me...She's a lifesaver. It's funny though, I do realize some of the things I did were wrong, but...How could she go from the sweetest person I've ever met to the person who most negatively changed my life? I thought I found the perfect person, but hey, you never know what the future holds I guess.