I confronted him up to date how he treated me and he denied...

I confronted him in how he treated me with the addition of he denied everything and at present has cut me out of his life - saying that he pretty much has (over and) done with that with all his mates since this girl come along. I havent seen him championing a year with an increment of comatose miss him. Did i fulfil the right obsession and not getting involved. At the occasion with it my gut i felt it was wrong plane though looking champion i could've done moreIm not experienced with guys so thats why i kept my distance he could be sweet no matter what when hed talk to me online aver suggestive stuff to me Slang dig we should go for a Literary lubricious or lubricous weekend or how if we went for a drink id be going home with him. The Slang geezer occassion he asked how multitudinous guys I'd been with I asked why his reply checking I was having enough sex he dont bother next to me anymore hardly at all i just get unhappy close to hw things are tbh



am i to blame for the breakdown of friendship?

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