Replaced By My Bully
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Summary
After every trip, our four-person group chat had a ritual: we scored each other.
I was always their designated tour guide, driver, and pack mule. I handled the bookings, hauled the luggage, ran the errands, and mediated every minor meltdown.
My score was still a flat zero. Tagged as the "Dead Weight Friend."
My boyfriend didn't hesitate to pile on:
Traveling with her is pure torture. The hotel was a dingy mess, and the sights were a total bore.
My childhood friend Mason chimed right in: