Life Wreckers and Valuable Lessons

WARNING - ANOTHER SERIOUS POST ABOUT ISSUES IN MY LIFE. If you're here for WoW goodies, go away.

So.

My boyfriend (now known as Snuggles for ease of typing) hooked up with my ex-boyfriend (now known as Satan for ease of typing) on Monday. They met through someone who I thought was a close friend of mine (now known as Idiot for ease of typing.)

Satan kissed Snuggles, and Idiot made it happen.
It sounds a lot less serious when I put it like that.

Myself and Idiot have been having some friendship issues lately in which I made her cry repeatedly because I no longer thought we got along - clearly true. So, here we have the justifications for what went down, in full glory.

Satan: "You hurt Idiot, so I'm going to tear you a new one for fun. Also, you dumped me a long time ago and I'm still suffering from it emotionally, so I'm going to tear destructive holes in your life for as long as you're stupid enough to go on allowing me. By the way, me and Idiot are best friends, and she tells me all sorts of things about you. Having fun yet? I am."

Idiot: "Oh, oopsie, I guess I did sort of ruin your life, but I didn't mean to! I guess I didn't think that giving your current boyfriend's number to your evil ex would cause problems! But...we did have that fight, so I guess maybe I wanted you to suffer a little. But it's unfair that you're cross at me. Let's be friends still and we can do the same thing in a couple of months and scar you even more, shall we?"

Snuggles (and oh boy, this one hurts the most): "I got in touch with him because I never really loved you and needed to find a way to let you down without hurting you. I guess it sort of backfired, because I ended up completely fucking up your mind, but oh well, let's be friends still anyway, kay? I expect you can just turn off the way you were feeling like a light-switch. That's a good idea. Lets hang out some time, mates, yeah?"

I'm dealing with some very immature people here, aren't I? Or this is all my fault and I'm a terrible human being. I haven't decided.

Also, opening night of production was good, by that point I was enraged rather than depressed and channeled it well. The rest of the week should be fantastic. And by the time it's all over, the pain will have eased a lot, I hope.

I'm young, I'm attractive, and I'm on stage. Fuck everything else.