I had a few pretty lousy friends growing up. Either they were fair weather friends, or they outright betrayed me. The guy I considered to be my best friend in middle and high school tried to shake me off a a couple of time. I created some pretty major drama at the end of my junior year and the second time I think he tried to get rid of me he succeeded. I’d already been betrayed by one friend and felt like I’d been cut loose from one circle of friends, and when I really needed a friend he was conveniently not there. A few times in senior year we talked liked we were friends again, but it really was over. More than a decade on I have severe trust issues and trouble making friends. What friends I do have aren’t close. I don’t let people get close for fear of being betrayed again. I also fear repeating the past and wasting time on a friendship that’s anything less than genuine.

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