I’ve been seeing a lot of photos from this past weekend.

No surprise, right?

There’s a back story, I promise.

I was interested to hear three former co-workers were heading down to the Big Easy for the weekend. These photos proved what I suspected — they, and many other former friends made their way to NOLA to celebrate a mutual friend’s wedding.

Upon seeing these photos, I was incredibly relieved that I work weekends this month.

That realization was startling to me. I’m not one to change plans because something uncomfortable could happen. I just plow through it awkwardly and hope for the best.

The snapshots revealed a former roommate was in attendance. He made life hard on me this past spring. He not talk to me or acknowledge my existence whenever he saw me, and when I moved out, quite a few friends turned on me. They wouldn’t speak to or acknowledge me, either. And while I didn’t want to hang out with any of them, I still believe in being CIVIL to people when you see them. This includes at least saying hello. Not challenging, right?

I cannot imagine he would have made the wedding any easier on me, especially since most people in attendance sided with him after I moved out. (I didn’t realize a roommate dispute could bring in so many outsiders.) I also wouldn’t have a date since my boy is in the throes of law school in Tennessee, so I would have been by myself.

Looking through the photos, I was disheartened. It is disheartening know that I had such shallow relationships with some people and that I invested time in some who clearly didn’t care about me or what was best for me. And it makes me sad that some people cannot rise to the occasion and act like adults.

I sometimes wish I could get to see my old friends without them glaring at me or ignoring me completely. But I would rather know who my true blue friends are than be surrounded by numerous mediocre friends whose opinions of me are changed at the drop of a hat.

I’m thankful for that today.