Christ, that ended back in March. She got back together with abusive ex boyfriend. On my birthday, actually. They're getting married next year. On my son's birthday.
Wow.
I just gotta know, how the hell do you manage to not kill yourself?
I mean, shit. There's a point where most people would feel the smart thing to do is just say "fuck it", and I think it's safe to say you've crossed that line twice.