The loss of a family member can have severe impacts. It can lead to depression and often the loss of friendships. But at the end of the day, there’s always someone to blame because it’s actions that cause these consequences.
One of our readers shared his experience.
This is Paul’s story.
Dear <strong>Bright Side,
A few months ago, my best friend lost his last living family member. It was his only brother, and the two of them were closer than I could ever dream of being with one of my siblings. So it was understandable that the grief hit him hard.
He was a very broken version of the man I used to know, and it cost him more than any of us realized.
He lost his job because he couldn’t hold back his emotions. His girlfriend of three years walked out on him. And he was slowly falling into debt.
It took him a while to come forward, but then he told me everything, and I was just as devastated as he was, so I really felt for him.
I understood that it would take time for him to get back on his feet. He needed to find another job and maintain his accounts while he was looking.
So I sat and thought about ways I could help him out. The company I was working for wasn’t hiring, so that was off the table, and honestly he needed to start taking care of himself better before he’d be considered for any position.
Which meant I only had one option left. I had been saving to buy a house for the last few years, and I decided to use some of that money to help my friend get back on his feet.
I covered his rent and bought him groceries for six months, thinking he should be sorted by then.
He was so grateful, and for a good while it looked like he was putting in the effort. But recently he started asking me for money. Not big amounts or anything to be suspicious about.
It was a few $100 here to buy a suit and some money there to get an Uber for an interview.
I helped where I could, but then I stepped into a bit of a mess on my own. My employer cut our pay and I had been living off the rest of my savings while trying to get back on my feet. So last week, when I asked for money, I told him I couldn’t help anymore. He lost it.
Imagine my horror when he accused me of ruining his chances to get a really good job.
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