Life sucks

I just read a post from a friend - maybe she's more of a friend of a friend. She's down and I sympathize with her - rejection sucks and yes, published authors still get them. We get the formal rejections from publishers. And we get rejections from people we thought were good friends. I think those are the worst. No, I know they are. So it's my turn to have the pity party. I had a great critique partner. Morever, by far, she was a great friend. We were like sisters. At least I thought so. Now, I hardly hear from her. I mean hardly ever. Anyway, I went to the other person's blog and in the comments (by the way, my old friend hasn't commented here in almost forever so I doubt she visits here any more than she's been emailing or IMing me) was a very touching comment from our mutual friend. The mutual friend stated something like, we love you and the other 2/3rds of the 3 musketeers are always here for you. She also mentioned that the other 2 musketeers would help her with her book as they always do. Huh? They had said I would be part of their critique group when they started back up. They never informed me, although I suspected. I'm not the other 1/3. I know I'm not. I've been cut out. It feels like I've lost the friend. At least we're not close anymore. She's replaced me totally. I'm history. I was going to leave a nice comment myself offering hugs. I guess I should, but it hurts. I don't blame her. I guess I can't blame anyone but fate. Maybe myself? I guess I got too busy. I work a day job so I can't be online and available nearly as much as the others. And/or maybe they don't like the way I write or critique or whatever. Tears are stinging my eyes and I feel like an idiot in so many ways. One, I shouldn't let this get to me. Obviously I knew this already as I never hear from her. I could have emailed but I've seen this for a year or so and have felt so very left out and hurt, I backed away even further rather than chase after her like a fool. Shit happens. Life happens. Some friends are only meant for a season. Let me move on. She has. Oh well...