I (20F) moved abroad for university. It was a hard new beginning (and still is). My mom passed away, and after living alone with my dad for some time, we agreed it would be best for me to study abroad for my mental health. Even now, the guilt of leaving him alone eats me alive.

When I moved, I met two girls who helped me a lot with things like my visa. We are living together, the 3 of us, we became close, and I was truly grateful — always trying to show appreciation, knowing they weren’t obligated to help me.

Still, I often felt like a third wheel. They made plans without me and would invite me as an afterthought ("You can come if you want"). I never expected to be as close with them as they were with each other, but I hoped to be part of the group, not just an add-on.

Once, I even told them: "I'd appreciate it if you reassured me that you actually want me here. If not, that's okay — I just don't want to be somewhere I'm not wanted." They swore they couldn't imagine the group without me, but their actions said otherwise. They created group chats for the class without me, joked in hurtful ways, and when I asked for a bit more kindness, it was dismissed.

We lived together for a year and i half now. One time after a university event, I overheard them getting ready to go out without telling me. They saw me in the kitchen and casually said, "Wanna come?" — to which I replied, "No, I don't want to bother you two," and they rolled their eyes.

For five days after that, they completely ignored me — even though we live together. Eventually, I tried to talk to them calmly and asked for their side. One of them started shouting, accusing me of being immature and depressing, and said she wouldn't invite me anymore because she felt I didn’t want to hang out. The other girl just smiled and stayed silent. They knew everything about my private life, and why i'm -deppresing- still, used that as an argument not to be friends with me.

Since then (it's been like 6 months), they've been living their lives, traveling, laughing, while I stay in my room hearing it all, feeling invisible. I never told anyone because I don't want to ruin their reputations — I don't think they're bad people, just maybe not the right friends for me.

AITA for distancing myself and choosing not to chase people who clearly don't value me?