You were going to be my maid of honor but I didn't get to tell you before you stabbed me in the back. You stole from me, you lied to me, you stood me up for 8 dinner dates in a row, and ultimately killed or friendship. All within the course of 3 months. Whenever I finally said enough after being trampled on, you called me sad and pathetic for being "so jealous of you that I finally reached this breaking point" The absolute straw was telling me " good luck in my marriage to someone who will eventually realize he is much too attractive for you" and refusing to return my stolen stuff. I'm done with you and I'm finally kicking you and your negative energy OUT of my life.