I’m not a happy man these days.
Actually right now, I’m rather angry. I’m angry at a “friend” of mine. This friend lied to me a while ago and the truth has been revealed to me. Normally a lie between friends is not too much, some white lie to smooth over something not overly important. This one, however, is no small lie.
This was a time of social unrest in our circle of friends. Accusations were made, lines were drawn. My friend had been accused of fornication with another friend’s female of desire. I had asked my friend straight out: Did you do what you were accused of? ”No” was his response. And I believed him. I defended him. The Wronged man broke off contact. I haven’t hear from him since. A childhood friendship was dissolved in the course of a week.
That was two years ago. Two days ago, in conversation with some other friends, the truth came out. I was lied to, and I defended a guilty man against a wronged man. I feel sick. I was lied to and I was used.
All I can say right now is, I’m glad that I have been on the path to distancing myself from this person for a time already.
It doesn’t mean I don’t feel hurt.