Still, the friend was never happy, or even satisfied. And when I stopped giving that much, this friend came to me and complained. Saying that we were never really friends and that I made so great mistakes that the "friend" could not accept. The friend actually "hated" me for something I never realized it mattered and never had the decency to come and say it to my face.
So our routes parted and I was really sad for my mistake to be such a fool and give away all this trust for it to be scoffed at. Yet, after a while, I felt much “lighter” and happier without this phony friend. Of course, the person contacted me, said I was missed and loved and all that crap. Till I gave a tiny chance for the "friend" to blow again.
I did not expect the change, yet I had to confirm to myself that "Once ungrateful, always ungrateful". So, I did, at the lowest possible cost.
Now, what is left from this experience is a tiny note on my desk, saying "Take the money and run!". Only then these "phony friends" show a mere bit of respect. Only then you get the money and some peace in your head. I never cared for the money, apparently "friends" do!
Someone once told me he doesn't make friends or even need them, because they just stop being there, when their "woman" or "man" shows up. Then you are just no longer a priority and your friendship is automatically under estimated. Well, this fellow was too right. Yet, I know a few, maybe one or two, that would come for me, even if they had a "love story" going on. Too few, yet too precious. I like to call them brothers, not just friends.
The rest of them? Oh well, I’ll wear something nice at their funeral.
