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Just began the process of divorcing my wife of 4 years for having a sexual relationship with someone I've been friends with for over 20 years. With the marriage goes my sense of financial security, a cohesive circle of close friends, a stable place to live, an adorable pup, and pretty much the entirety of my life plans for the next five years. I'm living paycheck to paycheck, and only barely so.
But I've learned to rely on myself and my resolve a lot more, and the relationship I've begun to forge with my inner-self is something I wouldn't trade away for anything. And I've become a lot closer with the friends I've retained, or it feels like I have.
I hope you've divorced that shitty friend of yours, too.
I’m sorry for both/all of your losses.
Except for the dog. That dog is yours. And your rock to start rebuilding.