Am I a bad friend?

I (28f) became friends with Lisa (35f) during a hospital tour while we were both pregnant with boys due a week apart. We clicked instantly she helped me prep for the baby, and my husband and I even helped redo her flooring. We spent a lot of time together. She gave birth early and invited us over when her son was 10 days old. I was still pregnant and exhausted, so we didn’t stay long.

Lisa developed severe postpartum depression. She said some scary things, but I checked in daily, let her vent, and respected her space since she didn’t want visitors. After I gave birth, I had a traumatic experience and developed postpartum anxiety and OCD symptoms that made it hard to leave the house. Lisa wanted me to visit after my 6-week checkup, but I couldn’t manage it. I apologized, and she seemed to understand.

Then my elderly dog passed away, which devastated our family. I still kept in touch with Lisa, texting every other day, but she never asked how I was doing. When I tried to open up, she brushed it off. So I stopped sharing and focused on supporting her.

Eventually, my anxiety improved, and we felt ready to host people again. I invited Lisa and her family to a small Christmas party, and she seemed excited. We were still talking regularly, and I had no idea anything was wrong.

Then she posted on Snapchat about feeling lonely and losing friends. I reached out, offered support, and invited her over. That’s when she told me she was disappointed in me for not visiting after my 6-week appointment and said I hadn’t done enough to be considered a good friend. She said she was done trying and that we didn’t really know each other. I was blindsided and hurt.

I reminded her how much I cared and how often I reached out. This wasn’t the first time she lashed out she’d previously accused me of lying and not checking in, so I had shown her proof of my messages. She apologized then, blaming hormones.

This time, she said real friends would’ve shown up physically. I calmly explained my struggles and apologized again. She made a comment about our sons not meeting sooner, which felt unfair since they’re only 3 months old.

I ended the conversation kindly, but she responded with sarcasm and didn’t reply after I reiterated my care and left the door open for her to come to the party.