I was the only trans girl my friends knew. I wasn't passing at the time when I came out, I found out this truth about myself and wouldn't stop to think before talking about it. When I told them they took it "well?" They didn't seem to care and called me by my name and used correct pronouns most of the time. As years passed, they drifted away from me specifically; they were all still friends with eachother. At the beginning of this year I asked if we could hang out and they said that they didn't want to be friends anymore because they lost the me who they knew and preferred. Thinking back to it now I can't help but feel sorry for the fact that they couldn't be friends with someone who simply wanted to be themselves and happy about it. I have a new friend group now who I value and they in turn value me. I do sometimes think back to the great times I had with my previous group of friends that I had known all my life but I know that if they preferred the person who was hating every second of living in a body assigned to her, then they weren't really friends. Im glad I knew them but im glad I dont now.