With apologies to Goya.
If it could've gone worse, I struggle to see how. Everyone I've ever loved ends up hating me. I know I'm the common factor, the obvious conclusions can be drawn, it can't be otherwise. So I head back south in the morning, having lost my best friend, to add to the rest of the carnage of the past year and a half. Mea culpa, there's no-one else to blame for my mistakes. Like coming up here, trying to do the right thing, but precipitating a complete meltdown. FML.
Love & best wishes to all