That depressing mess I mentioned twice above just keeps getting better. First, as expected, the woman told me off when I told her the truth, even though she wanted the truth. Maybe our kids can still be friends somehow, but she's pretty well done with me.

Even worse, her ex-husband had himself put in a mental institution by threatening suicide, which means she lost the support she needs to keep living in her house. Her other guys is, meanwhile, still with his wife and with no divorce on the horizon. So she has limited means of support, has just kicked my family out of her life, and will still defend the married boyfriend's behavior to the last. She's not sure she can keep her developmentally disabled twins in the programs they need to be in either.

Yeah, my life has had it's *&*^#^ up moments, but that's depressing.

Worst of all, she's the sweetest, most loyal friend I've had over the last year. I tried to be the same for her and messed it up. I'm sick with anger at myself, but truthfully I don't think there was any way to do the right thing and stay friends.

Somebody, somewhere go out and get drunk for me. I need it.