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Hey, hey, waffle gang. I do hope you're well. My name is Mark, and today we're checking out some more

relationship stories. And if you do love a Reddit story, why not consider hitting that like, subscribe,

maybe their notification bell too. Let's crack on with today's first story. Now, today's first story

does come from Crenet, 1992, who says, I fired a bridesmaid, and now I feel awful.

And it does follow with an update.

Here we go.

One of my oldest friends and I have been drifting apart over the past three to four years.

She's been a bit weird, to put it nicely.

When my fiancé and I got engaged, she texted me and started asking me about what she was wearing as a bridesmaid, etc. The thing is, I hadn't planned

on asking her, but I tend to be too nice and a bit of a pushover, so I led her join the wedding party.

Yes, I realized this was my initial mess-up.

So over the past year, she has become almost unbearable. She has stopped working and

refuses to work at all anymore. She has self-diagnosed herself with PTSD, allegedly from being

tickled too much as a child. Yeah, autism and narcolepsy, along with a slew of other things.

The crazy thing is, she doesn't even have any of these things. No doctor has confirmed it,

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