I had a friend for a while when in the midst of my addiction. She lived close to me and drove my husband and I to the methadone clinic every day because we all went to the same one. Sometimes she'd come over or vice versa. Sometimes we'd even go out together. We set her up with one of my husband's friends and they got together. But then they started using together, and my husband and I did the same. Not much of a surprise, I suppose. We were all addicts, after all. But now that we haven't spoken in years, I honestly can't say I miss it much. A lot of the things I used to do with her, I did to try to please her (i.e., going to NA meetings--I didn't like those much...), whereas now I do whatever I want. Perhaps, I never really got a hang of this whole "friend" thing, with addiction in the way, and all. Perhaps there's more to it. I just don't really miss having friends as much as I once thought...idk.