On my birthday I organized a party for my friends, but nobody came, Later I found out they had gone to another party: I decided to teach them a harsh lesson

On my birthday I organized a party for my friends, but nobody came, Later I found out they had gone to another party: I decided to teach them a harsh lesson 

This year I had really been looking forward to my birthday. I was turning 30 and dreamed of spending that day with my friends. I had bought everything in advance, prepared dinner, decorated the house, and waited. We had agreed to meet exactly at six, and I was sure they would come.

But at six o’clock no one knocked. Fifteen minutes passed, then half an hour, then an hour… I kept staring at my phone, waiting for a call or a message. Nothing. I thought maybe they were stuck in traffic or something had happened, and I still hoped for the best.

Finally, a short message arrived: “Sorry, it’s too far to drive, let’s meet another time. The gift is on us.” And right after that, I saw a video on social media — they were at another guy’s party.

At that moment something broke inside me. I felt hurt and deeply disappointed. But instead of sitting alone in an empty room, I realized I had to show them that you don’t treat friends this way. So that’s what I did  Continuation in the first comment 

I pulled myself together and went to the place where they were celebrating.

When I walked in, the music stopped and everyone looked at me. I looked each of them in the eyes and said:

— You, remember? I helped you when you needed money and no one else would lend you any.
— And you, I stayed by your bedside at night when you were sick and couldn’t get up.
— I gave you shelter when you were thrown out of your house and had nowhere to go.
— And you, I helped you win your wife back when your marriage was falling apart.

I listed everything I had done for them, and each word hit harder than the music and louder than the laughter.

— And today, when all I wanted was one evening with you, you betrayed me.

A heavy silence filled the room. They felt ashamed, lowered their eyes, someone even tried to say something. But it was already too late.

That night I understood the most important thing: true friendship is not measured by the number of parties you share, but by who stands by your side when it really matters.