R.J.
You know how papercuts hurt the worst?
I'm in the very beginning of a long haul divorce (13mo in my state from start to finish).
Abusive Ex... who, as a VERY wise woman recently shared with me "Lies better than I tell the truth"... makes 6 figures, and is screwing me every which way.. .and I have phenom lawyers (for now, they're expensive... and I'm a homeschooling stay at home mom of a special needs kiddo.. so I CAN'T work, because he can't go to school! At least, not right now.) I won't get into the messy details any more than that... just... it's a mess. He almost kills me, assaults my/our son, and round 1 to him... the courts have given him partial custody of our son. I don't have a lot of hope for the future.
Point BEING:
All of that; the terror over my son being killed on purpose or accident while with my STBXH, my entire life turned upside down, my entire future being flushed...
My friends have vanished.
All but 2. One thousands of miles away.
I WILL come out of this... but at night... what brings me to tears... are those papercuts. I can handle (badly) all of the really hard stuff. But my friends being gone? It's a papercut. The straw on the camel's back that is just too much and makes me feel worthless. Like he's "right".
Call her. For no reason. Text her. Show up when she's a mess and just wants to be left alone, give her a hug, and let her be alone. Or stay. Bring food. Bring ibuprofen. Just leave a note taped to her window telling her how amazing she is.
Just.... don't vanish.
Obviously... my own bias is pretty heavy here. But it's what I've got.