I learned this the hard way. She came to me at a time when Myspace was just fading away and Facebook had become a thing. I had just destroyed a marriage and all I could think of was how to avoid any more disasters.
I didn't want to socialize, I didn't want to go out. I became a shut-in, or at least, more than I already was. Then I would stumble upon chat-rooms to talk to strangers--this became a thing.
So after talking to her for a while I ended up adding her on Facebook. We got to talking more on a daily basis, about the most random things. But it felt good.
It felt...better. I--felt better.
Then I got too caught up in my own disaster. All of a sudden, it all became about "my" problems. Not anyone else's. I was being selfish.
She didn't like that. I mean, not that I blame her. All I wanted was for her to save me. To help me get unstuck from the rough patch I was in. But all I did was complain, and not work to get it better.
Then my selfishness caught up with her and she wanted nothing to do with me.
Our last discussion almost felt like a fight any other couple would have.
It hurt as if it had been, also.
That was the last I heard from her.