Just recently discovered that an extremely close friend of 17 years doesn't like the new PTSD me. We've gone through hell and back together and she was the one person that I trusted enough to let the mask slip. Seems I was wrong about that. She's triggered me three times in public recently and then walked away. She used to be the one that would help when I triggered, not the other way around. And with that not being bad enough, I'm still expected to help man the booths with her at the next four charity events, because the board of directors never show up. It's always be me. And I'm the wrong denomination so I'm going you know where. I know she has here own stuff going on and no matter how crappy I've felt I've always been there for her. Sorry to rant, but if I can't vent I cut.