Some friends are like leeches, absorbing your life and all the things you care for away. Some friends are ruthless, mean and inconsiderate. Some friends are shameless, and are like parasites. Some “friends” shouldn’t even be called “friends”.
Here let me explain: (Long so bare with me)
When I was in my 4x (around 42), I met this “friend” (whom I’ll name George, so there’s no confusion). Actually I’ll even explain the circumstances in which we met: