Happens all the time. For a long time, I was so desperate for friends that I'd put up with anything, just as long as the person was nice to me. I just kinda thought of having my stuff stolen, or being used (then ditched as soon as I was no longer needed), or having confidences broken, was part of the whole "having friends" thing. Cost of doing business.
Made sense, my behavior would drive away anyone who didn't want something from me. The only people who'd stick by me were those who were getting some use out of me. So I came to define myself in those terms. The more useful I was, the better friend I must be, so I went out of my way to be as useful and accomodating as I could be. Which, honestly, is just asking for people to take advantage.
Thankfully, now I have someone who looks out for me when it comes to that. Who'll tell me when someone isn't acting like a real friend. Now I just have to learn how to not push away the decent people. How to get those, who would want me around for the right reasons, to want me around.
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If life's not beautiful without the pain,
well I'd just rather never ever even see beauty again.
Well as life gets longer, awful feels softer.
And it feels pretty soft to me.
Modest Mouse - The View