Mornings are hard because the nights are long and sleepless.  It was long after 3 by the time it took me.
    A friend far away mentioned in public that she was going through a hard time, so I wrote her privately telling her that if she wanted she could tell me, and I would tell her mine in return.  So she told me, and it was bad.  I do feel for her.  I tried to comfort her.  I don't think she'll mind if I paste part of what I wrote back to her here.  Rebar, I am sorry if airing our laundry in public is hurting you, but if this had happened between me and somebody else, it's you I'd be seeking comfort in.  And you don't exist for me that way at the moment.
    If it helps any, understand that I don't have a large following.

[Rebar] told me earlier this week that we can't be lovers anymore because:
1)  he was wrong about being able to handle my polyamory - he can't
2)  he's uncomfortable about my sexual history
3)  he's changed his mind about divorcing his wife, that he has been a really horrible husband to her and he owed it to her to be a good one

I know for a fact he was The One.  I had completely stopped believing in The One.  I would have married him.  I had stuck with him long enough for the infatuation to burn off and know what was on the other side of it.  So now I'm letting go, too.  I'm being as good a friend as I can.  If it's meant to be, it will eventually be, and if it's not, I've got good memories to enjoy.

It took me about three days to reach this point.

Thanks [friend], for trusting me with your story and for listening to mine.