hopelessly pushed over.

Today I ran into my old friend from a circle of friends that I haven't talked to in ages. They had been all too busy to include me in their lives when I had reached a crisis point in mine, where I really needed some shoulders to cry on and hands to hold through the tough time. I didn't really care if they were going through things themselves, because I had never distanced myself and always been there for them. Anyhow, it got to a point where I was only called or talked to by any of them when they needed a favour, for a while I did whatever they wanted in a plee to have someone to talk to about what I was dealing with. But as tempting as used pushover relationships sound, I eventually grew tired and gave up. So as you could imagine this was a very awkward encounter. She came up to me with a wide grin and asked me how I had been and what I was up to. My response was the same old nothing that it had always been and I proceeded to ask her the same. She rambled on for about ten minutes with all of the exciting new things that her and the circle had been up to, not seeming to care or even remember that I was no longer in that loop. She then ended the conversation by asking me to help her move into her new house, that was bigger because she got a raise, and she wanted to catch up. I told her I would have to see what my schedule was like and I would give her a call, then we hugged and went our seperate ways. I've been pondering all day why she pretended to care about what I was going through, when she really just wanted to get her stories out. Of course I don't plan on helping her, maybe because I can hold a grudge, or maybe because I don't really think she needs my help anymore. Either way I think I can say that I'm done being hopelessly walked all over in the atempts of freindship. Instead I'll stay hopelessly waiting for some new "true" friendships to arise.