Way Too Late Pt 3

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Yeah, word of warning about talking with friends - even really good ones. Really, really good ones. Even ones that are lawyers.

My good buddy all the way back from high school (1973) just confessed something. He got drunk and decided to try to interject himself since he considers us both good friends. This is regarding the "stop the divorce" thing. He asked the W about why she did this, and to give the dog to me. Why can't we just work this out?

Ugh.

So at best he would seem to be acting under orders from me, and at worst he undid any possible progress I might have made in the past 2 months as far as DBing. He put a bullet into what might have been.

He started running after the squirrel with a baseball bat swinging wildly.

F me.

I tried not to lay into him, and I thought I was as clear as possible as to how I was trying to proceed and how the whole DB thing worked. Why?

I'm really tired of people who drink and do stupid crap to tell you the truth. I'm so done. I can't believe it.

I'm not sharing anything with anybody from this point forward unless it's here. But now I really think it's too late.

This sadly explains a lot as to why things went sideways so fast.

I'm trying hard to not want to kill myself right now.
Does it ever stop?

The deep dark hole gets deeper and darker.