Most recently an old friendship ended for me. In many ways it was sort of inevitable. He was painting himself into an untenable situation for some time. It stings to have to be part of the drama, but it is necessary, because there was no place to go. So how do I feel about nearly being a home wrecker? Naturally I have been made to feel that his behavior was because I led him astray and he was pushed and forced into resuming friendship. I have learned much from this experience, I saw a glimpse of the person who seemed so much more mature and level headed on one hand, but then was also weak and spineless on another. I do not state that lightly, because I can understand why the posture, and that is why I wrote, painted into a corner. There is little else to say.