When a Best Friend Becomes an Underminer: Navigating Toxic Friendships

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Throughout my twenties and early thirties, I often found myself entangled in intense but fleeting friendships with women who were, quite frankly, as unsuitable for me as many of the men I dated. The pattern was almost predictable: I would meet someone new who appeared fantastic, share common interests, and quickly bond. In my eagerness, I mistook this rapid connection for true intimacy and labeled it as “best friendship” before genuine closeness could even develop.

In my excitement, I frequently overshared, offering overly enthusiastic support that seemed out of proportion to our brief history. I felt a sense of importance when I was the one she turned to in times of crisis—a situation that seemed to arise with alarming frequency, given the short duration of our friendship. However, inevitably, I would falter during one of these dramas, leading to accusations of not meeting the expectations I had helped establish. The title of “best friend” soon felt like a burden, akin to wearing an itchy wool dress that I couldn’t remove without help.

This cycle occurred multiple times—perhaps four, which felt excessive. After recognizing the type of women I was drawn to, I made an effort to identify the warning signs and heed my instincts when something felt off. I slowed my approach to friendships, thinking I had it figured out by the time I met Claire*.

Although Claire rushed to deepen our connection, I maintained a cautious pace. She was charming and entertaining, but I often left our encounters feeling drained or self-critical. Unable to articulate the discomfort, I allowed the friendship to accelerate, ignoring the signs that indicated something was amiss. I pursued the sense of kinship I craved, dismissing the red flags.

One evening, while dining together, our conversation took a turn that left me reeling. I mentioned a blind date, and Claire’s reaction was unsettling.

“I’m going on a blind date,” I informed her.

With a mouthful of food, she replied, “With who?”

“Someone Maggie set me up with,” I said.

“Do I know him?” she asked, leaning in.

“No, he lives upstate.”

“Where upstate?” she pressed, curiosity evident.

“Tivoli, I think. Maybe Cold Spring.”

Her expression shifted dramatically. “Really? You’re being set up with him?”

“Yes, why?” I felt a twinge of disappointment.

“Do you know what he looks like?” she asked.

“No. Is it bad?” I was apprehensive.

“It’s not bad,” she reassured, “but Graham Hunter is stunning. I just don’t understand why he’d be interested in you.”

Suddenly, I was left questioning my worth. For weeks afterward, I felt unattractive and uninteresting, even when I received recognition from the New York Times as a cultural figure. Claire’s call that day was telling.

“So I guess you had a good day,” she said, her tone dripping with disbelief.

“Yeah, it’s been fun. I landed a writing assignment,” I replied, feeling proud.

“Oh, just a blog post or something?” she retorted, her skepticism clear.

“No, actually, New York Magazine wants me to write a feature.”

“Wait, what? A cover story?” Claire’s disbelief was palpable.

“Yeah, I guess,” I responded, unsure of her angle.

“Why did they choose you?” she pressed.

“Because I’m a writer. My photo was in the paper. It’s clear,” I explained.

“Just a photo? How do they know you can even write?” she challenged.

Her comments, while pointed, struck a nerve. I realized that I was being undermined. Listening to a segment on This American Life, featuring Mike Albo discussing the concept of the “underminer,” was a revelation. Claire was not a supportive friend; she was, in fact, undermining my confidence.

This realization was liberating. It allowed me to label the toxic dynamics I had encountered with other women in my life. I had been unknowingly attracting underminers rather than genuine friends. The term “underminer” resonated deeply, offering clarity that the term “narcissist” had failed to provide. With this understanding, I felt empowered to distance myself from Claire and others like her.

Recognizing the signs of an underminer became key to my personal growth. I learned to trust my instincts, allowing me to avoid friendships that lacked authenticity. The experience with Claire was a turning point, and since then, I have remained vigilant in fostering only healthy, supportive relationships.

Conclusion

In conclusion, understanding the dynamics of undermining friendships can be transformative. By recognizing the signs early and trusting your instincts, you can cultivate genuine connections that enrich your life rather than drain it.

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Summary:

The article discusses the author’s experiences with toxic friendships, particularly with “underminers” who undermine self-esteem and personal growth. By recognizing these patterns and trusting instincts, individuals can foster healthier relationships moving forward.