When I was a teenager I was desperately in love with Warhammer 40k (40,000). She offered me a new social circle, was great fun an taught me a fair few things. I could spend hours on a Saturday with Warhammer 40k and my friends. My friends loved Warhammer 40k and she got on with them.
As the years went by we both changed. Warhammer 40k wanted more of my money and less of my time. My friends fell out with her due to her erratic and inconsistent changes and one Thursday we went to her place (local GW) and I was told I was only welcome once or twice a month due to lack of tables.