Gabriel Mizrahi

I curled up in my top bunk taking a moment for myself and, lo and behold, I got a text from my friend saying she heard what I said at the beach, I was making people uncomfortable, and I should just leave if I'm not having a good time.

I assured her I was having a good time and just needed a breather.

She came back with some horribly twisted version of a comment I made and insisted it was best for me to go.

Obviously, I was going to leave at this point.

Yeah, I was so upset.

I was in a full blown panic attack.

I was shaking.

I wanted to get out of there as fast as I could before anyone else came back.

And this whole situation got even more embarrassing.

I had a four-hour drive home.

In my haste, I forgot some of my belongings in the bathroom.

I didn't calm down until I was an hour away from home.

It was the quickest four-hour drive of my life.

That was the line for me.

I arranged to get my things I left behind and then I blocked her.

I have never felt so small and stupid and worthless in my life.

I felt like no matter what I did, she would find a problem with it and assume the worst.

And I don't need a friend like that.

I feel guilty for how this decision has impacted my fiancé and his relationship with his brother.

Family gatherings are going to be a little awkward, but I think I did what was best for me.