As I browsed through boots recommended on the New York Times magazine, I realized a truth people wanted you to miss them, regret or feel sad enough to kill yourself by all of sudden changing rejecting and cutting off relationships. But once they changed, or revealed their true self, I finally could feel a sigh of relief, not missing them at all altogether. It shone a light on my doubts about them that always existed. Nowadays I just walked through life with an unsullied boundaries. It appeared clearly I had done nothing wrong to deserve this. The only thing I could think about is how their jealousy spoiled great friendships that could be or used to be. Etc.