I used to have loads of friends in the truth, I was Mr popular among my peers. Of those there were a few I would have given my right arm for, really close brothers and sisters that I looked on as just that brothers and sisters.
Then one day my best friends dad went out and committed adultery, his actions spilt the family up and they were all in pieces. The dad got DF'd and the family went to hell. I stuck my nose in found out where John was living and went to have a man to man chat with him to try to patch things up between him and his wife.
Word got out that I'd spoken to someone DF'd and I found myself unofficially marked. My girlfriend was told to drop me by an elders wife and my "best" mate was told not to invite me to his wedding. within a few weeks i was the congregational pariah, no one wanted to know me.
How many real friends did I have on the inside...None would be my honest answer. How many on the outside... again none, because what happened to me really scarred me internally.