Yes. I told him I was bipolar and I haven’t heard from him since. But even before that, I hadn’t heard from him during the two years I was first sick. I asked him why, and he said he thought I wanted privacy and would reach out when I was ready.
Honestly, I don’t get it. Aren’t friends supposed to check up on you? If you don’t know what is going on, wouldn’t you reach out, instead of waiting? What if they were sick? What if both parties are waiting and waiting for the other to reach out?
I guess we hadn’t really been friends even before I got sick. But I had always relied on him. Always believed we would forever be friends. But we weren’t. And aren’t. And that makes me bitter. I guess I need to let it go. These things happen. People move on. Since he told me he really isn’t interested in what happened to me (not in so many words, but reading between the lines), I am not really interested in talking to him. I guess that’s the end of it. I used to would’ve done anything for this guy.