One thing that's hard to forgive in this world is when you are deprived of a good, old friend by his crazy mate. I remember a close college chum (let's call him Karl) with whom I'd spent long late nights at pubs for four long years, and stayed in close touch by phone for many years thereafter. We saw each other through many a psychic meltdown, and I assumed we'd be friends for life. Then he met "Cassandra," a deeply needy narcissist who played the victim card whenever Karl tried to stand up to her. For instance, when she tried to con him into contracting a purely celibate marriage ("It would be so much more... spiritual!"), he unsurprisingly objected. So she "revealed" to him the fact that she'd been... the victim of Satanic ritual sex abuse, at the hands of her father's motorcycle gang. (Don't you hate when women say that?) His objections melted like a marshmallow chick in a microwave. I bet something else did, too.

Cassandra monopolized... http://www.jihadwatch.org/2011/02/why-did-glenn-beck-shoot-santa-claus.h...