I made a friend in the 8th grade. I was best man at his wedding. When they divorced, I spent many nights talking to him, getting him through it. I set him up with some women I would have liked to go out with. He would break their hearts and their spirits. He went through alcoholism, and I stayed friends through his abuse.
When I married my wife, he was unhappy. 2 weeks after we married, he asked when the baby was due. I told him my wife wasn’t pregnant, and he said “Of course she is. There is no other reason you would marry her.” I hung up the phone on him, and continued to till he got the message. I didn’t talk to him for 15 years, when we ran into each other while I was working. We exchanged brief greetings, and left it there. 13 years later, he friended me on Facebook. I accepted the friending, but we haven’t spoken.
Now, 29 years later, I think I let him off easy. I regret not punching him. I think it would have been better for both of us.