Insults from a "loved one"
Personally, actions hurt me more than words. If I rate someone, if I respect you and decide to walk with you, I expect a certain level of respect. If that expectation is not met, then said individual is not worthy of walking with me, period.
When I moved to Edmonton, I got really close with this Moroccan guy, we were really close friends. From '09 till about 2013, I used to kick it with him on the regular. If I don't see him for a while, call him up, see if all is good, dude was like a brother to me. As the years went on, we racked up a shit ton of mutual friends, hung out in the several different social circles. Other people started coming around and started telling me Buddy is spreading such and such words about you, I paid no mind. There was this one class we took together, I had super shitty grade in a midterm while he killed it, he bragged about it to the whole world by comparing his 90+% grade to my 55% grade, I paid no mind. He talks serious shit over the pool table (in the student lounge), I laugh with him.
Then one day, I go to him, ask him advice about some girl I was pulling moves on. Next thing you know fucker went to Mexico with her over reading week. Came back orange as fuck and tried to gimme one of them handshake/hugs when he came back, I clocked the fucker. Never looked at him in the eye ever again.
