Part A.
Okay, the other day I felt like the scum of the universe. A friend of mine from Glen Este, whom I had not talked to in quite some time (and also whose name remains safely confidential), was talking to me online. Her parents had gone/were going through, dare I oversimplify things, a rough time and very very bad things were thrust upon, let's call her Jenny. Jenny bore these very difficult circumstances with unheard of grace and strength, to which I applaud her. At the same time, she, through mutual understanding, broke up with her boyfriend of which I'm led to believe a long time. Naturally, we discussed the various similarities and differences of our respective situations, her parents, my parents, her relationship, mine, ect. At one point, however, she made a comment "when times got tough with my parents, I ran to my boyfriend" and suggested that I had done the same with Kristen. This unknowingly sparked a hostile reaction, pushed a wrong button. I immediately and without thinking attacked my friend, stating that I had not "run" to anybody like a helpless person and that I was more than capable of withstanding these problems on my own, I didn't need help, ect. Before I realized it, I had completely taken apart my friend, at a time when she needed comfort and support, even more than I (in my opinion). I apologized profusely, but still felt like I had commited a horrible atrocity. Thus, all Thursday I felt really really bad.