It might sound dramatic, but it’s no exaggeration to say that the most painful heartbreaks of my life have been those involving female best friends. Forget teenage crushes, university boyfriends and long-term loves, the incidents that left me ashamed, confused and feeling as though I wasn’t good enough? When those supposed BFFs — best friends forever — didn’t work out.
There was Quinn, aged nine, who broke up with me in the playground. Maddy, at 12, who froze me out in class with no explanation. Ana, who ditched me at 16. Each left a scar on my heart that has taken years to heal, if it ever has.
