If it smells like poop everywhere you go, check under your own shoe.
Also try wiping your ass. Or better yet, invest in a bidet.
Even people who are the problem need to vent. Sometimes I’m just there for my imperfect friends/family.
This is true too. And then comes the delicate art of leading that person to the realisation that changing their behaviour would solve their problems.
I was walking past a parked cat at the hospital the other day, and the driver was all pissed because they put one of those violation stickers on it, and she was just dropping off food. It was parked in an intersection. In the crosswalk. Under the “No Stopping For Any Reason” sign. At a children’s hospital. I didn’t have a lot of sympathy for her.
The one constant in all of your failed relationships is you.
Joke’s on you, all my relationships have been successful.
This sounds like one of those old demotivational poster.
I spent my drunk youth listening to these people and my conclusion is they basically all got fucked, metaphorically or literally, by something, honestly. People don’t just turn self-destructive by themselves
Best I can hope is to help get them in the habit of asking “but why do I think this?”