Blast from the past

So, on Friday night, I got a random call from an old friend of mine, Davie, who I haven't seen in nearly ten years.

To say that we grew up together would be overstating things slightly, but I was very close to him and his brother Colin, for several years. We started to drift apart, the way so many friends do some time after I turned twenty, and by the time I moved out of my home town we had pretty much drifted apart completely.

My parents and his were good friends, which is where our closeness came from. More specifically, his mum and mine were friends - I think they went to school together. As has always been the case, eventually 'something' happened between my parents and Davie's parents that cause some kind of falling out or rift, and yet another friendship of theirs fell apart.

Still, that wasn't really much of a factor in Davie and I drifting apart. I'm pretty sure it had started already by that point.

So, six o'clock this evening we're meeting for a couple of pints and some games of pool. I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm really nervous about it. Yes, we used to be very good mates, but it's almost been a decade since we spoke. I know that I've changed significantly since then, what about him? He mentioned that he's got two daughters now, with a third on the way, what kind of change will that have made to him? For all that he was a great friend, he could be a right pain in the arse on occasion - he could be arrogant, selfish and generally pretty dick-ish, all at the same time as he was wiling to take a bullet for a friend. Bizarre, but I guess friendships can be like that sometimes.

I'm not sure how much to tell him about my life just now. A lot of the stuff that went on with my family still makes me uncomfortable, just thinking about it. I'm not sure if I really want to drag all of that out with him, given the length of time that has passed. I guess there's still a sense of familial loyalty there, regardless of how justified it may be. My parents might not deserve me staying tight-lipped about all of their business, indeed they might not return the favour, but that doesn't mean I have to act the same. 

I'll almost certainly tell him about my plans for university, but not that I'm leaving work in a week with a comfortable pay-off to make things easier for a while. I certainly won't be telling him that I went bankrupt three years ago. If he's anything like the person he was before, if I asked him to keep something secret, then I'm sure he would, but that's not something I'm willing to risk just yet. Even if I was sure, I don't feel comfortable telling him that I've been bankrupt anyway.