I thought I had the most wonderful two best friends in the world. I trusted them more than I ever trusted anyone else. I told them secrets I haven't told anyone else. I stuck up for them when no one else would. Because that's what best friends do. But as soon as my dad dies, they leave me. They complain to me about not contacting them. But yet it works the other way too, doesn't it? I never hear off them. I never get invited to what they're doing. They don't even tell me my own brother is down for the weekend and I have to find out by my step-mum the day after. Thanks guys. I'm sick of your shit. you two have become into two faced bitches.