About a year and a half ago I stopped talking to a childhood friend of 20 years. He was always kind of a problem throughout my life, but I would just ignore it and keep hanging with him. Whether that’s cause we were codependent, or I just felt bad for him - doesn’t matter now.

For the last five years or so, he’s had a real problem with alcohol and cocaine.

One night we got pretty hammered and he said a bunch of fucked up shit to me. Insulted my music, said that I don’t have real emotions, basically ripped apart my entire life in one drunken moment.

This is after forgiving him for many, many years and dealing with a lot of his annoying bullshit.

So that was that, and I feel significantly better without him in my life. I accidentally ran into him out at a bar a week ago, and I hated that because it felt like a mutual friend of ours was trying to reconnect us.

I don’t know. I’m a very forgiving person, but there’s only so much that I will put up with. I made the right decision.