When I saw the title of your post, I thought I had a lot to write about. I've been meaning to write a post on "When Friends Stop Helping" for a long time. It's somehow related to this too, because it's a kind of betrayal of friendship, or at least that's how I see it. But after reading your text now, I understand why I still refrain from writing this post. It's because I don't want to admit that it seems I actually don't have real friends anymore, that over the years they just seem to have disappeared and what I'm ready to do for them, they don't want to do for a long time. Of course, the reasons in my case could again be simply geographical or mental, due to the specifics of our usually difficult life, but from "many friends", I went to 4-5, then 2-3, until finally it happened that in a difficult moment it was not a friend who helped me, but a complete stranger whom I met on FB. That's why I can't even say that the word "friend" means anything to me anymore, it's about who is "human" in the first place. Oh, this is a completely different topic now, but yes, reading your text for the second time, I think I already agree with absolutely everything, my partner is my best friend, betrayal between true friends does not exist, what others do doesn't matter and should not touch us. And one more thing, it is not important to whom we give the title "friend", but to whom we give the title "human", in that one good sense of the word...