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living in the same city for once. Originally, our friendship was built out of convenience from being on the same jobs, but it eventually developed into something I valued. So when she told me she and her husband were getting a divorce, I was happy to be a part of her support system. I even moved her into my guest bedroom during her darker days. I would spend countless hours doubling as her therapist over bottles of wine and leisurely lunches—but unlike traditional therapy sessions, I always paid the check at the end. I didn’t mind, because that’s what friends are for. Money was going to be tight for her for a while, and I was certain that she would be there for me if I ever needed her.
    And she was . . . for a price.
    When I decided to check into the Beverly Hills Hotel(after discovering Eddie’s second affair), she immediately packed a bag and came along with me. And why wouldn’t she? She knew I was hitting rock-bottom and that I needed her. I assumed that since she had already been down this path, she would be the rock to help me figure out this new life and repay the kindness I had shown her. I’m sure it had nothing to do with a free stay at one of the most luxurious hotels in Los Angeles or the chance to see a former trophy wife fall from her pedestal. She sat there, wiped away my tears, and told me how much better off I would be without him. She also ordered an insanely expensive bottle of tequila and put it on my room tab.
    She wasn’t perfect, but she was there. What I did discover was that having a recent divorcée as a “friend” meant that I also had a round-the-clock drinking partner, if I needed one. Like me, she was single, unattached, and seriously enjoying her freedom for the first time in years—something I found attractive in friends at the time. After her divorce, she slept around and was always eager to drown her sorrows on my dime. However, that was the extent of what she could offer. It was a oneway street, and if I wasn’t going in the same direction,I needed to get out of the fucking lane. Otherwise, she would run my ass over.
    She quickly grew tired of listening to my problems and rarely had the time to listen to me vent or cry. She was always down for a good time, but never a sad time. After all the meals I had picked up, she never offered to pick up a tab or even give me the courtesy of a halfhearted wallet reach—despite knowing the severity of my financial crisis. Although, at a Sunday BBQ in the Valley, she did once offer me the opportunity to be in a threesome with a really gorgeous firefighter she was dating. Unfortunately, I already had other plans.
    I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt. I figured that her inability to listen to my problems was just self-preservation. Maybe it was hard for her to witness my divorce? Maybe it was, in a strange way, forcing her to relive her own heartbreak (although she also confided in me that she married for money and not for love)? I started to back off our friendship, because I didn’t need to get trapped in her downward spiral. I wasn’t trying to abandon her; I was just trying to protect myself. Much as I was with Eddie, I was completely blindsided when the floor fell out from underneath me.
    It turns out I should have listened to my gut: she was a selfish asshole and extremely unhealthy for me to be around. About two years later, she sold a completely false and insanely hurtful story about me to a tabloid, to make some extra cash. Times were not that tough for her, so she chose to be cruel purely for the sake of hurting me. #JustSayin.
    Once you realize that a friend is only looking out for himself or herself, you need to be able to cut your losses and walk away. A tiger doesn’t change its stripes. If you’re going through a breakup, the idea of saying goodbye to a friend isn’t the greatest feeling, but it’s for the best in the long run. There’s already so much negativity in the world, why keep the door open for more?