I've realized for a long while now that I have to drop my friend. He's one of my oldest friends, dating back to middle school. He was the first kid I hung out with when I moved to my new town.
He's always been scrambled a bit, coming from a broken home.
His erratic behavior was always annoying. He would make plans to meet up with you, and not show up. One example of this that sticks out in my mind was when he was on the phone, literally said he was around the corner and that he should be there in 5 minutes. I was waiting to meet him, along with some other friends. Not only did he not show, I didn't see or speak to him for 2 weeks.
I have to write these down to remind myself of the reasons. Not included in this description are all the good things that he's done for me, and the loyalty that he's shown me. Also not included are his tragic backstory. I've realized that those are firmly entrenched in the past, and it's affecting my present.
I've lent him money in the past. I've made a lot of mistakes in the past, this being one of them. After I lent him the money, I rarely heard from him. He did eventually pay me the money back; it took almost 2 years.
The word is cliched, but it's COUNTLESS. The niggling things. My wife and other friends ask me why I continue to remain friends. I wasn't sure, but...
The last straw is today.
He asked me to purchase something for him, that he would pick up over the weekend. As you know, today is Monday. I'm out for the amount of the purchase. But I'm done.
The funny thing is, the amount was trivial. $15.
I have so few friends, I counted him as one of them.
I'll try to find him again in 5 years.