Quote Originally Posted by Hilder420
I am a Damn good friend. I'm generous not only with my stash, but with my time, money and a good listener. If I have something that u could use more than me, its yours. I've learned the hard way that in order to have good friends, you have to be a good friend. I just recently lost my best friend of 6 years. we were in high school together, he's the only person whom I stayed in contact with after high school. He was the person who introduced me to mary jane, and every other drug ive ingested, sniffed, and smoked. a few months back, he became a c*ackhead, and he started stealing from his mom to feed his habit so she kicked him out. i let him stay with me at the house I worked in at the time, I risked my job, and he stole from me, his boyfriend, and from the bartender of the bar we frequented. he told people that his mom and brother had died which is why he was homeless. he would get drunk and start fights in public with me. he event tried to hit me once. The final straw was when he tried to attack my sister, so i popped him one, and that was that. he was constantly late, or wouldnt show up at all and not answer his phone until like the next day. sometimes a week. he had no consideration for anyone's feelings but his own. He blamed me for not, as he said "jumping with him into his downward spiral. i stepped back and left him to sink by himself as i watched and washed my hands of him." he told me I deserved to be molested by my step- father because I was gonna end up bitter and a bitch anyway. i tried everything i could to help him and he still did everything wrong. i stood up for, and by him when no one else would. i fed him, bought him clothes, let him sleep at my job, let him wash his clothes, let him bathe, gave him his own stash every week, rented him a motel room when he couldnt stay at my work. he started hooking to feed his habit, now he has AIDS, and has absolutely NO ONE. i miss him like he was my oxygen, but cant bring myself to befriend him again. his mom has spinal cancer and she will probaly bury him first. the saddest part is that he's only 22 and a brilliant piano player. I dont know if i will go to his funeral.
I hope you can find comfort knowing that you did everything you could for him. What an amazing story of strength and compassion. People like your friend tend to take an extra mile when you give them an inch, and no matter how inherently nurturing one is--everyone has their limits. He really messed up by striking your sister, uh?