Just Friends Parasited -

That’s the parasitic trick: they keep the host alive enough to keep giving. A text here, a laugh there, just enough warmth to prevent you from leaving. But if you stop providing? If you ask for mutuality? The parasite doesn’t heal the relationship. It looks for a new host.

To be “just friends parasited” is to wake up one day and realize you’ve been running on empty for months. Your kindness was never friendship to them. It was a resource. And the hardest part isn’t the anger—it’s the shame. Because you called them friend . And they called you useful . just friends parasited

Your joy is their battery. Your time is their convenience. Your hope—that maybe “just friends” could mean something more, or at least something equal —is the very tissue they feed on. When you need support? Suddenly the line blurs. They’re busy. They don’t “owe” you anything. After all, you’re just friends. That’s the parasitic trick: they keep the host

The parasite arrives charming. They need a listener at 2 a.m., a shoulder after their ex texts, a ride to the airport, a plus-one to their cousin’s wedding. And you give. Because you are a friend. That’s what friends do. But somewhere along the way, the giving becomes a one-way siphon. If you ask for mutuality