I know the old saying about how you find out who your real friends are during hard times, but how do you get over it when people you thought were friends end up cutting you out of their life during hard times? I have lost at least 3 good friends, correction, thought they were anyway during this struggle I have been going through. It hurts very much
I have a lot of false friends, I only ever hear from them when they want something done.
When the phone rings or they call to my door I know it isn’t to see how I’m keeping, “the want me to fix this or that”.
I feel like Morgan Friedman in the Shaw-shank Redemption movie, “the man that knows how to get things”.
It’s not only my so-called friends but my relations too, my cousin entrusted me with a key to a place we all hang out.
Last week I gave it back to him because I only ever felt used, and I found whispering in company the height of bad manners, so that was the crunch.
My sister only ever contacts me when she has a problem, it was 2 years one time, then her name comes up on my phone and she wants something, big surprise, my younger brother is no different.
Do I feel used ? you bet, but at the end of the day I don’t need their help, it would be nice though if they called on the phone just to say hello, but that’s life and I’ve got used to it.
I hope my homily will consist of " he helped those in need, and didn’t waste his talent. "
False friends hurt, but I’m slowly weeding them out.