Getting it Wrong

I was homeschooled until the middle of sixth grade when my mom decided she wanted me to go to a real school.  Let's just say I wasn't the cool kid that everyone rushed to be friends with.  This one girl absolutely hated me and called me the "devil's spawn" and I had no idea why.  I know that I wasn't the devil's spawn because I was nice to people.  Everyone just already had their little groups.  I was just trying to join in.  Now, since this girl hated me right off the bat, we didn't get along no matter how hard I tried.  We finally became friends in seventh grade, and we were getting along great.  This made me so happy because one of my least favorite things is the feeling I get when people don't like me.  We were attached at the hip for two years.  She opened up to me about some things that she had never told anyone, including her family issues and anxiety.  Now she could never sleep at my house because of the anxiety she got in others peoples houses, and often when she tried would have to get picked up at my house late.  Even though this happened, she was such an awesome friend, and changed my life.  One day, I accidentally said something about her anxiety to two guys in our grade.  She freaked out at my and didn't talk to me for weeks.  I had lost my best friend, and at the time, I thought it could be forever.  I felt so bad and I couldn't take back what I had done, even though it was an accident.  This was such a big mistake and it cost our friendship going back to what it had been before.  Now we've become closer.  It was hard when we went to different high schools, but we've managed to stay really close, and have definitely gotten a lot closer this year.  This failure really hurt me, because I hate disappointing people.  But this one actually turned out OK in the end, which is good, because I don't know what I would have done without her.