When the shit hits the fan, you find out who your friends are. Despite the drama and tragedy that has befallen me recently, a few people have stuck firmly by my side -- one, however, has betrayed me -- again.

It's said that in every life, a little rain must fall. That rain... that adversity is what builds character, it's what makes us more resilient and proves our abilities, when we doubted ourselves above all others.

I doubted myself when I trusted my ex, despite his affair with a 12 year old... and again with the 13 year old... and the 16 year old... and the 19 year old. I tried to trust him, because he told me he had changed -- he had learned from his mistakes, and he wasn't going to betray me again. Guess what.... he did.

As a result of his psychopathology, and his selfish desires, he lost a friend... and so did I. More importantly, he'll lose his freedom, because... as he's told me before, if I've taught him anything, it's how to hold a grudge (and I'm no idiot, I've got proof). Even beyond that... I know a little more than I probably should, and can use what he kept me from against him... very efficiently.

Guess what I's about to do.

... in every life, a little rain must fall.

Break out the umbrella -- because either it's going to start pouring, or the shit's going to hit the fan -- but one way or the other, it's coming your direction.