The love and hate of an old friendship

For years now, i have had this love/hate relationship with a friend of mine. His name is Billy. Growing up, Billy was always very effiminate. In high school he dated the same girl for all four years. But even though he dated Nichole, there was still no hiding the fact that he was gay. One had to be headless to not see it, For his sixteenth birthday all of his friends, which consisted of all girls, gave him a dildo as a gift. Billy, did not see the irony in this, he simply laughed. The one thing i found humiliating for him was that they presented this gift to him in school, during lunch, in the cafeteria. So everyone saw it.

Billy, whom is a few years older than I, graduated high school, left for college and we lost contact for those few years. When he returned, he totally out the blue called me. He said he wanted him and i to have lunch so he could talk to me about something. I sort of knew what it was. So, a few days later we went to lunch and after much hemming and hauling Billy said "Ronnie...I think I am bisexual." Without missing a beat or making a big deal of it, I looked up at him and said "Billy...first you have to be true to yourself, come on now, you aren't bisexual. You are....GAY, Stevie Wonder could see that shit." He said "Well...I had sex with Nichole." I said....Technically, she doesnt count, because she is more masculine than any guy I have met and she did have a mustache."

So, I took Billy on an adventure. i took him to his first gay club and that one night was all needed. He had found his home. He bedded more guys than Madonna in that era. But the one thing with Billy was that he was always trying entirely too hard to be gay. I know that may seem hard to understand by some, but what I mean is, you could actually see him TRYING way to hard in various gay enviroments/settings. And in doing that, he would unintentionally alienate himself from people.
Billy was the first to make comments about my putting on weight. But then he would sugar coat it with "But your still my sister" or "Suzanne Sugarbaker sure fits you....Delta Burke packed on the pounds and so are you". He was extremely jealous if ANYONE had a boyfriend and he was without one at the moment.

When Billy was seeing this one guy in the Navy. I went over and stayed a weekend with them. Billy had to work dayshift that saturday and his boyfriend had off. So, his boyfriend and I hung out. While in the kitchen (where one is most likely to find me) his boyfriend came up behind me and put his hand on my ass, patted and rubbed it and said "You have a great ass." My back to him , I faced the stove with my eyes bucked wide open and managed to say "Thank you". He said "Billy won't be home for another two hours or so, how about we pass the time getting to know each other better." Even after some of the cruel things Billy had said "jokingly" i turned him down. He was nice looking, but I knew it wasn't right.

Billy is back in town, he has called but I have yet to return his calls. I am just undecided if i want him and his constant need of attention back in my life right now. I do not want to hear his remarks about Mark, good or bad. I do not want to feel like I have to mother his ego. My mother loves the ground that Billy walks on. It also doesnt help that his mother and mine are good friends. I just can not decide to what to do