You see, I meet lots of desperate mums. They hate their husbands, their kids, and for some reason they want to tell me all about it.
If a friend is going though a hard time that's fine, but when someone latches onto you because of their hard time, they can sod off.
Just a couple of days ago I ran about the supermarket with my head down as I nearly ran into one.
She emails, she calls ALL THE TIME, and it's hard to tell someone going through a painful divorce to fuck off, but I'm getting close.

What I really hate is jealous friends, ones that want to be included in everything you do, get upset when they see you out with someone else.

Good job I keep moving, that way I can have a cull, and end up with a penpal or two, and happily never deal with the rest again.

I prefer aquainances to friends, less work.....