Destroying Someone’s Life

Have you ever felt like you destroyed someone's life, just by not being there to help them when they needed it?  Some clarification would help,  my ex’s life went down hill after I left her.  I mean it’s not my fault she made the choices she made, but if we had stayed together her kid would be my kid and her life wouldn’t be the shithole that it is.  Ironically as much as I talk about love and finding the one, I did twice.  The first one L was perfect for me in everyway, and hell my mom was almost planning the wedding.  L’s life is one of those stories that would make for a great straight to tv movie (sorry it’s not blockbuster material, but interesting enough).  I was the guy that L didn’t like till her friends turned on her and I welcomed her into my clique.  Sure at first she was using me I’m sure, but I was the guy that most people liked whether they wanted to admit it or not.  We were around each other all the time and even though we never had sex, everyone thought we were fucking like bunny rabbits.  It was nice to have everyone think I was getting laid with an ex cheerleader, but sadly it wasn’t true.  L and I were like glue.  When I was sick and wasn’t in school L and my BFF P didn’t even sit near each other, which was odd since they were both around me the whole time when I was present.  P never liked L, mainly because C22 (she's not very important and wont come up very often, if ever again).  C22 is P’s cousin and oddly enough friended me on Facebook a few months ago.  I’m a bit uncomfortable now and I’m going to end the post, but a lot of what I know about women comes from L; and I’ll be talking about her again.