He Lost My Respect

I helped my best friend… and he betrayed me in the easiest way possible. Jake lost his job.

So I gave him my couch. No rent. No pressure. Just trust.

At first, he thanked me every day. Then the thanks stopped.

Weeks passed… then months. No interviews. No effort. But somehow—new

shoes, food deliveries, late-night gaming. I told myself I was helping him.

Until one night… I found the truth. He had written online, bragging. How life was easy.

How I paid for everything. How he didn’t need to work… because I wouldn’t kick him out.

That night, I said nothing. The next morning, I packed his things. Folded.