Left without friends at 40, no one to invite to visit, miss the old days

I remember the days when I could get together with friends. Everyone had enough time and energy. They could sit until night, even if they had to go to work the next day. But the further, the less communication there was with friends. Everyone has their own business, their own lives. And so on until I was completely without friends.



My friend Lesha has been dating a girl for over a year. I loved her very much, and she probably didn’t. Said she didn't see a future with him. I don't know how right she was, but maybe it was better for her. Lesha could not let go of the pain of separation. So he started drinking.

We tried to get him out of his binge. But every time he went back into it. As a result, he became a drunkard, for whom the main question was: with whom to drink. I wouldn't mind sitting with him myself, but I don't see the point. We've become too different.



Misha has the most banal (in a good sense) story. He lived in his hometown until he met a woman. They got married and moved to another city. Now he has a good job, a loving wife, two sons and one daughter. We cheat from time to time. Of course, it's better than nothing. But a face-to-face meeting is no substitute.



Stas Stas was a secured entrepreneur. There was a wife and children. We met families from time to time. But it didn't last as long as expected.

It all started with a business problem and he lost a lot of money. He sold the rest of the business, and bought an apartment with repairs. Then it turned out that the wife has another and she wants a divorce. Stas left his wife and children an apartment, divorced and went to work in the North.

Now he can only be caught when he comes to town to visit his parents and children.



Everything was fine while Kostya was married to his first wife. We had a good time and we also met with families. But history repeats itself.

Kostya divorced his wife. But he stayed in the city, so he visited us, and we just met. Everything changed when he got married a second time. She was a beautiful but angry woman. I immediately disliked our company.



We only had them once, and I haven't seen Kostya since. Every time we invited them, they had different excuses. Now Kostya sits with the company that his wife prefers. Whatever. His choice.



I was left without friends – the results I recently turned 42 years old. I feel like I am still alive compared to some of my peers. There are no close friends. Sometimes you can meet with relatives and invite no one.

Over time, it turned out that my best friend was my favorite. She will support the conversation and listen when needed.

Moral of the story: choose life companions not only by appearance, but also by character. To have something to talk about after work over a cup of tea.

I wish everyone good friends and suitable loved ones!

What do you think of this story? How have your relationships with friends changed over the years? Share your stories in the comments.