We were inseparable for damn near 30 years. We grew up together and lived out of each other's homes and knew each other's family. I think we got along because we both come from dysfunctional families. In our 20s we ultimately chose different lifestyles, I guess, I'm not exactly sure what to call it. He fell into hard drugs and I fell into wageslaving and I was okay with his drug use to a certain extent. around the age of 25 or so he started to steal from me to support his habits, and I knew he was stealing from me. The theft was originally why I cut ties with him, and we never rebuilt our friendship after. He tried many times to reconnect but I was too stubborn, I thought if he couldn't admit to me that he stole from me after so many years that he wasn't worth my time. The last time I sat and visited with him was about six months ago. the other day he suffered a major stroke caused by his drug use and now he's dead. I cried a little, but I cried more when I realized my dog was near the end of her life, for my childhood friend I can't even be emotional for more than a few seconds
