by Izamary Rios
Over the course of my college career I have lived in two different dorms and two different places off campus. I’ve gone through three roommates and one best friend. I guess you could say I have been through a lot. Most of us come to college thinking the high school backstabbing drama is over and, for the most part, it is. However, on the off chance you do get backstabbed in college, it is much more painful than before.
I had a best friend for over 11 years. Even through my first years of college she was still my best friend, actually I considered her my soul mate. About a year ago things started changing.
We just were not the same best friends like we had been the past couples of years. She got a boyfriend and started spending a lot of time with him and we were slowly drifting apart.
We went on a vacation together and one night we got into a huge fight. We screamed at each other and said a few mean things, but it wasn’t anything we hadn’t done before. At first I didn’t think much of it, but then the unexpected happened.
She assaulted me and threatened to kill me. I had to fight for my life and as soon as I could I got away from her and ran to security.
There were two other friends on the trip and after they heard what happened, one of them made sure I was okay and that I made it home safe. As for the other, she did not seem to care much.
All I heard from her was how much fun she had the night I got assaulted. I was astonished as to what kind of people I used to consider my friends. Later on, after all this happened, I found out my “best friend” had also hooked up with the guy I was talking to.
Needless to say I am no longer friends with either of those girls. Sometimes I think the other girl who was on the trip feels guilty for not standing up and instead talking about her fabulous night in front of me.
I’ve seen her a couple times since and she has also tried to reach out to me, but I am no longer interested in associating myself with those types of friends.
For a long time, I was embarrassed that my “best friend,” my “soul mate” had assaulted me. I didn’t want anyone to know she had backstabbed me because I was scared of any judgement. After almost a year since this life changing event, I have come to the realization that I cannot be ashamed and that backstabs are way more common in college than we think.
Maverick Backstabs:
“One of the first friends I made here at CMU slept with my girl. He owned up to it, but she didn’t. I thought he was my best friend, and she was the girl I wanted to marry. We aren’t friend anymore, but we still see each other since we had the same group of friends. But I never want to see her again.” -Anonymous
“I dated this boy for two years and one night he asked me for my car and I agreed to it since I was going out with my friends that night anyway. Morning came along and an officer was at my door. They told me they needed to question me about my whereabouts that weekend; everything mostly consisted about what I had done Saturday night and questions about my car. They eventually explained to me that my car had been involved in a robbery of county property. I had no idea what to think, I felt like someone was setting me up. I told the cops that my boyfriend has borrowed my car over the weekend and that he might have some information. They questioned him and he admitted to his crime. The cops asked if they could search my car for the missing object, and I agree to it. They didn’t find the missing objects, but they did find psilocybin mushrooms. I immediately started to cry. I had no idea whose drugs they were. They were my boyfriend’s, and after that encounter I immediately broke up with him. The months to come after, I had to deal with the police and court fines on my own. I’ve never spoken to him ever again.” -Anonymous
