For the last few days, I’ve been helping my friend Dan out with some things. Suffice his issues to say that I was basically the only friend he had left. Anyway, he had been pretty down about it and he came to me. I was glad to help him, partly because I didn’t want him to feel bad, but also because I had hoped that this would rekindle our old friendship. Well, after things had subsided and everything seemed cool with him and his other friends again, he seemed to not want me around anymore. But seeing his relief, I didn’t say anything at the time …

Cut to: Tonight. In a blaze of frustration, I called Dan on the way home. We talked for over an hour about this, and I told him exactly how I felt, that I felt I had been used because he had no one else left, and when he did, he didn’t need me any more. So we decided to make a more conscious effort to make time for each other. I guess we’ll see how that goes …