... There is absolutely nothing that is going to cheer me up tonight. Amy's current girlfriend - someone I know very little about, let alone her phone number - says she's getting harrassing phone calls, and guess what, *I'm* the chief suspect.
Despite twelve years of friendship, seven of romance, and promises of mutual friendship and trust, I had to return the key to the apartment I once shared with Amy (which, because of her schedule and near-constant trips to see her girlfriend, I still helped to maintain), show her the history on my cell phone and clear out all numbers related to her life tonight. And she won't even apologize for not giving me the benefit of the doubt. I actually think her new girlfriend is making it up, and I fully expect the police will be called. Of course I have nothing to do with it (I think her new kitten is playing with the phone she keeps next to its scratching post), but I also don't have any way to prove it.
Right now I am more depressed than it would be wise to admit in an online forum. I should probably be committed.