Wow, you ladies seemed to have this all figured out.
She told me early on in our friendship that she was a strong supporter of the gay/lesbian community, and even attended a support group while she was in high school. Not long after she told me that while still in high school, she announced that she was a lesbian and that her parents freaked out about it. Her mom kept saying, "what about having children?" while informing her that the news had depressed her dad enough to send him into therapy. She eventually met her boyfriend online; he lived out of state but after meeting in person a few times they found a place to rent. He moved down and covered their bills until she could finish high school and find a job. She told me her relationship with him made her realize that she liked guys after all (and looking back, maybe it was just easier for her to conform to what her parents wanted, as it ended up being a bad relationship she stayed way too long in).
There was a point where she started sending me carefully cropped, yet rather explicit nude photos of herself to me through IM. I wasn't sure at the time if it was her attempt to boost up her self-esteem like she was apparently doing with other photos (she was totally into the whole "myspace-type" of photos with weird angles in an attempt to look thinner/more attractive) or if she was awkwardly trying to flirt with me. And as we were planning our road trip to California, she stressed several times not to take it the wrong way if she "tried something in bed" with me while we were gone. At the time I thought she was joking, but I also knew that whether we were at a hotel or at my grandma's, we'd be sharing a bed. She ended up covering herself from head to foot (including putting up the hood of her hoodie over her head!), wrapping herself up in a sleeping bag, piling on several blankets, and even propping several pillows between us as if all that was her way of preventing something from happening between us. She also got pretty cranky and aggressive with me, and insisted that we stop and visit some of the friends she'd made online on the way there and back (the only people she actively looked to friend through social networks at the time were lesbians, so I think she was trying to figure things out). Before we made it home she excitedly stated that we should just break up with our boyfriends and move in together upon our arrival, and whether or not it was supposed to involve something further, I must admit I was pretty excited about the thought of starting over with her support. We even talked about picking out a new place that would work for us, with no reminders of the soon-to-be exes lingering over our heads.
We went to Disneyland before we left California, and our first half hour in the park was spent with her arguing very loudly with her boyfriend on the phone. And sometime around lunch, my boyfriend called me. I asked him if he'd cleaned the living room yet like I'd asked (he'd made a pig sty out of it and I'd told him I wanted it clean before I made it back home) and he got very angry and defensive with me, basically saying how dare I question him about it when he'd already cleaned it anyway. I let it go. My friend and I ended up making it back to WI several hours early since I pulled an all-nighter on the last day of driving. I dropped her off at her house and planned on crashing at mine. And when I stepped inside, I couldn't even walk through the living room, and the boyfriend was asleep on the couch. I was too upset and worn out to deal with it, so I headed upstairs to bed. But I was hurt and angry. He didn't do as I'd asked and as usual, lied to me about it. My friend soon called me, telling me how her boyfriend had apologized to her once she'd gotten home, that he said things were going to be different and he'd treat her right, and that he'd missed her so much. I just started crying. I was surrounded by a huge mess, felt I had nowhere to go, and it looked like she was too happy with her boyfriend to follow through on her offer for us to move in together.
But in a matter of weeks, they broke up. They decided to remain living together while seeing other people (I thought that was a recipe for disaster, but that wasn't my mistake to make). That was when she started drinking and partying, and began bragging about her one night stands to me. She also started lying to me about where she was more often than not (as if I couldn't see her networking posts) and constantly cancelled plans with me. The only time she ever called was when she needed a ride (she didn't drive). She also started dating out-of-state friends she'd "met" on myspace, and sometimes asked me if I'd drive her out to meet them if she gave me gas money.
There was the one time we went out to eat for lunch before work (we worked at the same company but usually in different locations, but I always gave her a ride). This particular time she casually mentioned that she'd had a crush on me when she first met me. I got all giggly and later recognized that the weird light-headedness I was feeling was the same experience I had when I'd first met my boyfriend. I got confused and scared. Later that day while we were at work, we were texting back and forth a little. She bluntly said I needed to lose my boyfriend and settle down with a nice girl. I thought she meant herself, and quickly told her I'd already found someone; she didn't realize I meant her and I ended up having to clarify it. She then told me that she loved me and would always love me, but I was apparently too late; she didn't feel "that way" about me anymore.
I was heartbroken. I struggled to hide my tears at work, and quickly regretted telling her I liked her that way. Things got awkward between us real fast, and her only calling me for a ride got even worse. I can't tell you how hard it was to be asked to get driven to the next town for "shopping" when she'd suddenly have a "change of plans" after the fact, and would ask to get dropped her off at her latest girlfriend's house while making it clear I wasn't invited. I got so sick of and it and was on the verge of telling her off when I got a call from my boyfriend at my work the one night. He was in the hospital and had been in a bad car accident. I told her she was getting no ride from me that night as I rushed over to the hospital, not knowing how bad the situation was since his phone had cut off.
He ended up with only minor injuries, but his car was totalled and I was scared to death. I often rode to his work with him to hang out in Madison, and the passenger side of the car was completely caved in. Had I been with him during the accident I'd have either been seriously injured or killed, and that changed a lot of things in my head, for better or for worse. I decided I needed to focus on he and I, to work on saving our relationship if there was still any chance for it to work out.
And it did work out for a while. My friend moved to the next town over when she got in a serious relationship, and I . . . well, I got severely depressed and sort of went into hiding. I didn't fully understand at the time why losing my friend had hurt so much, but I'd hoped that focusing on my boyfriend was the right thing to do. At first I thought I was in love with her and maybe I was for a short time, but after a while I think I realized that I simply had a hard time accepting her as a lesbian. Not because I have any issues with homosexuality, but because I'd been used to it just being her and I for so long, and her seeing other girls but in a romantic way ended up being a strain on our friendship. :/ But friendship isn't socially exclusive like most romantic relationships are, and it would never be fair of me to ask her not to see other people if we weren't romantically involved ourselves. It's still strange and confusing to look back upon even now. So we didn't speak for several months, but tentatively hung out once in a while at the insistance of a mutual friend. That involved nothing but drinking at bars though. One of her girlfriends at the time once pulled me aside, knowing the problems we were having, and told me that my friend talked about me constantly. The girlfriend said she'd told her it sounded like we had a friendship too important to lose and hoped that we'd be able to mend things.
In the meantime, things started getting really bad with my boyfriend, which all came to a head the night he pulled me out of my chair in a fit of rage and shook me, demanding that I hit him so he'd apparently have an excuse to hit me back; when I refused he started hitting himself, screaming . There's a lot more to it than that; he had rising OCD issues and developed an AIDS phobia (which I later learned was a manifestion over the guilt he'd felt from cheating on me), he was also a liar and decided to quit his job and live off my my money when he couldn't mooch enough off his mom. Anyway, it was all too much for me to handle, and I eventually realized how selfish he was (still lots of stuff I haven't even started to get into) and that there was simply no fixing us. But I was so scared to be alone and no longer had much of a support system (I've got those anxiety problems as well as self-esteem issues) so it still took me a few months to break it off.
My friend got a hold of me on IM soon after I'd broken it off with my ex that December, and I told her the good news. She said she was excited for me, and that she and her mom had talked about how I needed to "kick him back to his mama" long before. I was invited over to her sister's for a family dinner on Christmas Eve, where I told them all more good news, that I was dating someone online. None of them seemed at all happy about it except for her brother, and my friend stressed that I needed time to "find myself" before jumping into another relationship. She seemed like one to talk.

It was a few months yet before her mom suggested I move in with her when I was struggling to pay the bills. My friend had just broken up with one girl and had started dating another, and the new girlfriend clearly didn't like me being there and was in the process of moving in too. I can only imagine it was jealousy issues, but I'll never know for sure. It's quite possible and even likely my friend had feelings for me at the time, but with her constantly dating other girls after clearly rejecting me, it didn't seem right for her to snap at me out of jealousy. Not that it prevented her from snapping at me for leaving her for my husband.
It ended up being a fun, yet stressful and awkward month for me, and I don't think my friend thought I was even brave enough to leave like I did. Maybe she was hoping to start things with me at some point and was shocked that I was actually leaving? I don't know. What I do know is that she and her girlfriend broke up just days after I left for Vegas, and I'm guessing the girlfriend may have sensed my friend had feelings for me. My friend soon started the relationship with the UK woman that was in WI visiting family, and it turned into the long-distance relationship when she had to go back home. She's the one that eventually became her wife.
I have no clue what her wife thinks of me or even how much she knows about me. It's very possible that she does see me as a threat or that my friend is avoiding me out of respect for her relationship but I'll likely never know. My friend and I are in such different places now, both figuratively and literally. And to be honest, I don't think my friend expected my now husband and I to last any length of time (and maybe I expected the same of her and her wife, given her crazy track record from before). But I've seen a lot of positive changes in her since she moved overseas, even in just the way she dresses (as in, she no longer hides under long, dark, and baggy clothes). I know I've gone through a lot of positive changes myself, despite some of the recent hardships that have been nobody's fault. I'm closer to my mom's family than ever now that I can visit more often, and my aunt has pretty much taken me under her wing, and has even tried to help smooth things out between me and my older brother. She was scared and sceptical when I first told her and Grandma that I'd met a guy online and was moving to Vegas to be with him, which is understandable, but her fears disappeared when she met him. It's just . . . I dunno, starting completely over by moving across the country was something I think I needed; it's just that it hasn't always been easy. But this new life and my relationship with my husband has been worth all the crap I went through, and I feel so lucky to have found him (or rather, that he found me). I was also so anxious to get away from WI and especially IL, given that I have a lot of bad memories there. But I guess it's normal to want to hold onto the good aspects of my old life, as well as the positive connections. It's kinda hard to feel so completely disconnected from the world I grew up in; I was relatively young when I lost my parents (lost both my middle brother and my mom when I was still a teenager and losing my dad later was extra devastating) and have always been too shy to be reasonably apt at making new friends. So when I make a good friend, maybe I want to hold on too much? I've already lost so many loved ones in my life and don't quite know what to do with myself sometimes. And despite our still semi-broken friendship, this person is one of the few connections I have to my old life. I do agree that it's not a fair burden to put upon her, which means I still need to concentrate on building my life up out here.
I had a hard time adapting. I'd never lived in a big city before aside from my college dorm and went through months of horrible migraines upon my arrival; luckily I figured out it was because I drinking sodas sweetened with aspartame, and giving them up put a stop to it. And since I no longer had my car (I had to sell it when it broke down in Nebraska) I had to learn how to drive my husband's stick. Shouldn't have been a big deal, but with all the stuff I went through my anxieties got pretty bad and driving that thing would give me panic attacks. I often felt like I was in floating in the middle of the ocean, clinging to a buoy, afraid that I'd get lost and drown if I dared let go. I've slowly gotten better, healing with time and a lot of hard work. I started to focus on losing weight again, eventually joining a TOPS club mostly for the much-needed social aspect of it (which has helped a lot with my anxieties). I still have a long ways to go with my anxieties but I've made a lot of progress.
As for my eyes, I already have two follow-up appointments and have been making a list of questions to bring with me. I'll be sure to ask about the possibility of blood clots (thanks for bringing that up, hadn't thought of that), and have been informed to contact them and/or hit the ER if I notice any changes with my vision. I have extreme myopia and ocular hypertension, so I already have an elevated risk for certain types of eye problems (I already have mild central retinal and lattice degeneration).
As for my spirituality, I've been a little lost with that for a while. My brother is extremely religious, and he's often used his faith as an excuse to be judgmental toward me and others, which turned me off from my own spirituality long ago. My husband was raised in a more religious household than mine, but we share very similar beliefs about the spiritual world and life in general even though we don't often discuss them. It hasn't been a priority for a while, but maybe it should be? I don't know.
Anyway, thank you for the further responses.

It's given me a lot more to consider as I try to get this sorted out in my head. I've needed some type of closure on this for ages.