I feel like the bad guy.

Two months ago when my state was going into lock down, a now ex friend asked me for the third time to run an errand for them. I got upset because, well, I just didn’t want to go out again. Both because of the pandemic and because I wanted to be lazy at home.

I said I’d only do it if they gave me a complete list of everything they needed for the next two weeks.

They said they didn’t have the money for that.

I said I’d cover it and they could pay me back when they had the money.

They said I didn’t want to help them.

I said I was upset because it was the third time they had asked in a week and there was a p-a-n-d-e-m-i-c.

They gave me the silent treatment.

A few days later I said I felt like they only use me for my car and that if the conditions aren’t exactly what they want them to be, they give me the silent treatment and I don’t like that.

They said nothing.

Until they needed a ride again.

Then I said nothing.