I just talked to my husband hoping for some sympathy and he put some of the blame on me. I was hurt at first but now I think he's right.

I work, go to college, take care of him (he's on disability in variable health due to mobility issues and pain--some days he's virtually independent, other days he literally can't change his clothes without help), and take care of our house. What little free time I have, I take depression naps. Plus, I'm always dead broke and I think my friends' understanding on the issue could only go so far and they got tired of always having to pay my way. In addition, I think one of the last straws with one of them was that she always wanted to do spontaneous things and I couldn't...I had to "ask" my husband...not because I needed his permission but to make sure he would be ok or did I need to arrange care for him.

I was complaining to my husband about how it hurts me when the two people I used to consider my best friends post on Facebook about "had a great day with my bestie!!" and it's someone else--I wasn't even invited. Heck, one of them I haven't even talked to in months.

He said maybe it was because I kept either waiting to be invited, or just made vague "let's hang out sometime" statements, and that if I wanted to spend time with them I should make a concrete offer of something cheap ("hey, want to go to ____ Park with me tomorrow morning and walk the trail?"). He also said friends aren't important, to focus on my education and career, that if these two couldn't stick by me and wait for me during this difficult time in my life they weren't really friends, maybe they've got a lot going on too I don't know about, and making friends with others can come later. But I'm just lonely.