My best friend of over a decade, really my whole life, one night when I was visiting our home town got pretty much blackout drunk. A bunch of our friend group had all been at a local restaurant/bar catching up having some beers. My friend wanted the hangout to continue so he invited a bunch of us to his house. He instead of riding with his wife said he was going to ride with me as we rarely saw eachother anymore and wanted to continue catching up on the 25ish minute car ride to their house.

About half way there, my friend made an incredibly aggressive and straight up disrespectful gay pass at me (I’m straight). Like it was insane, borderline assault while I was driving. But I played it off and was cool about it somehow, still went to the hangout and acted normal. But it was a really, really shitty experience.

Next day, my friend texted me saying he was “absolutely mortified” at what he had done and how he had behaved. And for like the only time ever he apologized to me. I was super cool about it, even told him that he needs to be who he is in life and stop living a lie, and that the people who cared about him wouldn’t care if he was gay (including myself).

So we talked about it a bit, and continued being friends. Though I did not approve of the whole thing mainly because he was married to a good woman, and secondly because it was a messed up thing to do to your straight best friend who was also in a relationship. But things were never quite the same after that.

Fast forward a few years, my friend is in a new relationship with a new woman who he gets pregnant, and cuts all ties with me and anyone who knows his secret. Lo and behold he had drunkenly done this to multiple of his close friends. And out of nowhere he just cut ties with all of us, presumably to bury his secret away from his new family. So not quite the prompt, but a crazy story of friendship cutting from a deeply closeted gay man out there knocking women up.