When DC were at primary school made quite a few what I thought were close mum friends. Met regularly for coffee, nights out etc. Then H decided to come out as trans and almost all, with a few noble exceptions, pretty much immediately cut me dead. To the point of crossing the street to avoid me. I guess they must have thought the trans was contagious. Really upsetting at a time when I really could have done with a bit of compassion.
Now ten years later some of the worst offenders have tried making friendly chat when came across them in the street now that trans friends are the latest on trend accessory. Cut them dead. Bitches. 
. They're no loss to my life.
Though on a more positive note recently made contact with one of the good guys who I had lost touch with and had a lovely lunch which was uplifting 