“Never push a loyal person to the point that they no longer give a damn.”
Okay, so last summer I made a new friend let’s call him S. We met through a mutual friend, and instantly clicked. We spent hours texting back and forth, just having random chats about everything and anything. I quickly found out that he had sort of a depressive personality shall I say, so after he got comfortable talking to me, a lot of our conversations ended up talking about how depressed he was with things, relationships and the like.
After summer had finished, I went back to university and started hanging out with him, including him in my group of friends. It didn’t take long for him and this girl A to start “going at it”. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t mind this, because it meant he was actually happy for a change. The bit that I do mind is when he suddenly drops me to hang out with her 24/7. The texting between us stopped, the messages online, the hanging out, everything. I was lucky to get a text a month from him.
I tried to organise time for me and S to hang out, but it somehow transpired that A would always appear and then it would be more like I interrupted their date. Very annoying. The thing that hurts most though, is the fact that he still does message me, but only when something is up between him and A, and he expects me to drop everything to help him with it.
The last straw came this week. I finally managed to get him to agree to hang out, but as soon as I said it would have to be up at mine rather than down near his, he went in a strop (bearing in mind that he’s spent the past month at A’s who lives down the road from me). When I explained that it would be cheaper for him to come to me, he didn’t even reply. He messaged me on the day saying “Oh, we were supposed to hang out today, sorry.” It was said in such a nonchalant way that it annoyed me. He seems to think that he can just pick me up whenever he wants, and then put me down when he’s bored.
Thing is though, I’ve been through something similar with a friend Y, and S knows about this, and how I eventually stopped talking with Y, yet he still does it. I guess it’s just one of those things. Maybe the friendship wasn’t as strong as I thought.
Until next time readers.