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Life can be a cruel bastard sometimes.  You can think the world of somebody for your entire life, eventually come to terms with their faults, grow to resent them at times, and then see them used and trampled upon to the point of breaking and have no idea how to feel.  Christ, I can use a fucking drink.  

For the record, I am fine.  This is more about someone very important in my life and I'm just venting in a place where I know it won't be damaging to do so.