Long story for me, but I'm not going through, so I'll cut to the chase.
4 years ago, when I was at the brink of a severe medical and life threatening issue because of my ex, I saw sense and I left her. Prior to this, on Thursday nights I would be in the pub with a regular group of friends and would have 3 or 4 pints maximum, it was the only night of the week I went out and was gone for 2-2.5 hours at the most.
Being in a little village, the rumours were rife, but I kept my head down and let them ride over me. A few weeks after I'd moved out, I'd heard nothing from anyone, my pub friends, brother, sisters or anyone. No texts, calls or emails, even a visit to my new home. Having been more or less being busy 24/7 sorting my life out, I decided to go to the pub, I walked in at 8.30, 7 of my friends were there saw me a turned away, no greeting, nothing, I thought that odd, but went to the bar, the landlady appeared and announced as loud as she could, "get out, you're barred"! I asked why and was told, "you know", not one of my friends said a thing, so I turned and left. Since then, not one of the friends present on the night have said a word and even ignore me in the street.
Some of these so called friends were in my class as school, I worked with and helped out many times when they needed a hand, but they turned their backs on me a the drop of a hat, because I did something that they see as wrong, but I had to do to save my life.
I'll never lift a finger to help any of them again, even if they are in a medical emergency and need urgent help, their attitude towards me will return to haunt them.