Steve and I were friends from high school. Everything was great, a wonderful friendship. Then they all got angry with me, we drifted apart, and they acted coldly towards me. And we stopped talking. My family didn't come home much for work; they were usually out of town. I was very upset and hurt when I fell out with them; I felt alone, but what upset me most was the betrayal of my trust.When I did favors for them, I did them secretly. I used to clean up after Steve when he made a mistake. I got scolded by my boss a couple of times because of him. I would secretly solve Robin's problems whenever he got into trouble. When children can't do their homework, without them seeing it I would include books that are easy for the assignment topic, and more than that. But they wouldn't hold a grudge because of it, since they didn't know any better, and it was just a sweet little gesture that didn't interfere with their lives. But it's over. I don't know why, but he stopped talking to me. They really hate me