posted on Jul, 11 2011 @ 11:02 PM
Ok I really need some advice here and have really struggled with my best or my X best friend and its driving me mad as despite having a large group of
mates this friend of mine means so much to me. This is a long story but I will try and make it as short as possible, I will try shortening it if its
just too long for anyone to read but its complicated and writing t all out is something I need to do for myself anyway.
We'll call him for the sake of this Jay.
Ok so me and Jay have been good freinds since we were both about 14. We went to different schools, btu saw each other on weekends haning around town
and going to gigs. I even took him on a family holiday to Spain where I was than banned from family holidays as we caused so much mayhem (it was
fantastic!)
We bonded mainly through our love for rock music and were like brothers (me being a bit older despite him being much taller than me, by a fair
bit!)
Anyway we havent spoken for many months now apart form a couple of emails where we both wert very mature. Jay was in a band that did ok and fell
apart, I play guitar and really wanted to play with him but he wasnt sure as our tastes were a bit different (mine changed as I discovered thge music
he now played which was sleazy rock) I auditioned and immediately we hit it of musically as started a new band. After about 8 months we had a demo and
after just 2 gigs got a support slot at the biggest local gig in Reading (town where we live) and not only that but it was for Hardcore Superstar who
are one of our favourite bands ever and where vthe band that got me into Jays preffered style of rock music and thus the band. This was a dream come
true but at this point we had a bigger issue that we were falling out over. He wasnt paying for practice or even showing up, if he did he would spend
most the time in the toilet getting high smoking heroin. This had become a problem before and after much persuasion and with his families help he
kicked it, I was very relieved at the time, however when I called to see how he was doing during his kick it sounded like I wasnt a welcome voice. I
thought the friend who helps get their son of heroin would be a very welcome voice indeed. HE later told me that he told his parents that I was also
an addict going through the kick when he did! I was shocked at this and demanded to know why and he just said that his mum wouldnt believe him and
thinks the whole band do it because he does (in reality he wanted to make it seem less bad by saying everyone was doing it) This is one example of how
selfish he can be, but I loved him like a brother still.
Anyway he got back onto it again and our biggest gig of our lives was average, I was just glad that we had no major F ups.Now to party afterwards! He
disappears and goes of with his mates who dont use drugs even just to get away from me wh ohas been hassling him about it. I could never understand
whyafter being so tight he didnt want to see me anymore.When I saw him it was fine but he was avoiding me all the time.
I then started talking to his girlfriend online a lot. She would call me all the time all day asking me where he was etc. His parents would also call
me as I lived on my own (not with parents) so whenever he went to score or do anything he told them he was going to my house. His parents would cal me
up and ask to speak to him, I would say he's not here and they wouldnt believe me, I would tell them that I havent spoken to him in days and they
didnt believe me which is bizare as I would have no reason to lie if he was, after all they know he was with me aparently anyway? So he was making me
look mad and I waws worried his parents might talk to mine at some point regarding my aparent drug addction that me jay and everyone in Reading
aparently had developed.
I then find out trhat one morning when him and his girlfriend stayed round my house he thought that I had slept with her because he had to leave for
work earlier and she stayed until a taxi came ten mins later. He denied that he thought this but his gf 'Sally' kept telling me when he got drunk he
always brought it up. I would never do that and neither would she and eventually he seemed ot beleive me.
Me and Sally now spoke a lot. I vented my anger at Jay as he now could never be reached, never practiced singing or playing with the band and I was
worried about his drug problem. He wetn to university purely to use the loan money to spend on drugs and jad to quite after a term, Then it all kicked
of,. He hacked into Sallys facebook and saw me going mad at him for all the reasons I have stated, I told Sally as well that she needed to be firm
with him to make him stop using as by being a push over he could keep getting high without worrying, He took this a I was trying to break them up. I
also slagged his singing off as he never practiced where I had been developing my guitar playing loads to be good enough to carry the band alone
without a 2nd guitar. SO anyway eventually he was around my house one day wanting to steal my housemates dvds, shocked I told him no but later found
£20 missing from my room. I knew it was him, he had previously stolen my batteries out of my guitar tuner for his mp3 after me telling him I cant
afford more (being a poor student myself). When I told him I want the money back he said that I must have put it in the bin by mistake if I left it
out in the open which I found very insulting to say the least. This effectively ended our friendship. I went over to his house to demand the money and
his mum wrote me a cheque bascially to go away. She looked at her son as if to say 'my son would never steal' dspite the fact that he stole from her
all the time, he had also gone to court a few times and they always acted like it was someone elses fault like they couldnt accept that their drug
addled son might not be an angel.
Next time we spoke I was warning him that a drug dealer was threatening to attack him at his house to get his parents to pay his debt. I was met with
hostility and told to mind my own business when I was just concerned for his safety.
Anyway he finally got clean and stayed away from anyone using drugs, but also all of his old mates regardless. Then started seeing some of his mates,
but because of what happened with me coming to his house for money (only £35 I might add) and due to what happened with his gf he doesnt want to talk
to me.
Then he saw my girlfriend and asked how I am. She told him that I was very well and had just movedi nto a loverly new flat of my own (certainly not a
danger for him to hang around with as I dont drink much at all or use drugs at all in anyway now) she also told him that he should ask me himself
online. We talked a little bit, at first it seemed promising then always stops. WE then ended up mad at each other after I grew frustrated at him as
now he is clean he seems to think that he is above everyone and has been through an experience thaty makes him mightier than us mere mortals now or
something. I reminded him that he still is on opiate substitutes therefore is NOT even clean like he has been bragging like he isSteven Tyler or Vince
Neil (you're suppost to get famous then become a drug addict btw it doesnt work the other way around) especially when he no longer has a band and
works as a waiter. I offered to get him a job at the computer marketing company I worked for which pays far far better than being a coffee shop
assistant or waiter like he was doing. He declined. Living with his parents who charge him no rent he likes to do a job tha he can doss and slack off
at. Even if the pays bad he has no bills so ca spend everything.
Basically now I have moved on and have been doing my degree, meeting loadsa new people, started a new band, but tis not the same. I had so much fun
with him, we were on the exact same wavelength and I have never met anyone even remotely like that since. WE had such a great time together and had s
many laughs. We were so similar we bascially had our own language thats how many inside jokes we had with each other. I found out sinced that from a
young age I have been suffering from depression which I am now being treated for.
Despite all the bad things about our friendship during the band together like the drug problem, we also had a friend of ours commit suicide and
another die in taxi accident where he was left for dead by the driver who fled abroad and a lot of other dark things to do with the drugs issues he
faced
. Despite all of this because he were so close and had such a laugh it was the happiest that I had been in my life, Our friendship left a gap that I
just could never fill and I want to try and patch things up or failing that at least work out how to move on becayse at the moment I am really
dwelling on this. I fel like I will never be so happy again and have memories of laugjhing so hard that it hurt for ages together and my friends now I
can just never have that sort of brotherly friendship with agan.
I know this is stupidly wrong but I wanted to write it out and maybe ask for some advice coz I duno what else t