I have ended my friendship with Adam. It was easier then it should have been if we were both happy.
A lot of issues arose from our friendship, and I worry that I'll carry them with me for the long term. He said I mothered him, which is indisputable. I didn't know how to not worry, to not be concerned for his safety. He was homeless most of the time we've been friends; constantly fighting, being pulled over, threatened with jail time. His life was a living version of Murphy's Law, and it seemed like the logical next step was death. So yes, I worried. And I'm sure I mothered.
Oh whatever. I'm happy the stress and anxiety associated with his friendship is over.
