I’d cheerfully tell you to f*** off and die with your two faced f****** horseshit excuse for ‘friendship’, if not for the fact that your husband is dying. Unlike some individuals I could name, I actually have compassion for other people. I would not wish the suffering that man must endure on my worst enemy, nor would I wish on them the suffering that this has brought and continues to bring to you. However, the suffering that was brought upon ME on one of the worst nights of my life, and your lack of willingness to stand up for me AT ALL in any of it, is not something I can excuse, nor can I continue to cheerfully ignore your effusive, downright a**-kissy praise of the individual responsible. Had the roles been reversed, I can guarantee that you would not be left feeling the stinging slap in the face that I’m feeling right now. This is not how I treat my friends, especially not the ones I regard as ‘family’, and I sure as f*** do not stand for ANY of my friends abusing other friends. But that’s just me.

I’m done wasting time, effort, and money on you. Your actions speak far louder and clearer than your words do of how much respect you actually have for me, and I’m listening to them. You have my sympathy for your situation still, as well as my prayers, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to continue making a fool of myself by putting myself out for someone who can’t even be bothered defending me.