One of my friends is bipolar and borderline scitzo (I can't spell), for real. She is on all sorts of medication and sort of floats through life. If it weren't for the kindness of other people helping her out all the time I'm not sure where she'd be right now. She's been through countless relationships, jobs, apartments, and is on her second marriage at age 26.

I have tried so hard to be a good friend to her, but, lately, my patience has worn out. Dealing with her is almost like dealing with a child! She needs constant attention, help with even the smallest decisions, and she never claims responsibility for screwing up. It's always someone else's fault. I have forgiven her enough over the years and I am done.