Fractured

Why does it seem that as we let go of the pieces from our past that are no longer necessary it is the ones we want to hold on to that seem to be fracturing? Having just cut ties with a friend who had become increasingly manipulative and dependant I am realizing just how much of that has happened in the last two years. I don't like having to worry about if inviting one friend will bother another and such tensions, I just want the simple group fun that existed in high school before people got so despicable. Well, yeah, this rant just isn't coming right now so I'll just eat my coffee flavored biscuit.