No one likes the pal that is a giant rain-cloud, a Debbie Downer, and frankly, by the time we are in our 30's we kind of have this zone where we put our "in trauma" friends. I'm recently guilty of this, after having one too many friends crashing on the couch after a DV situation, a failed marriage, a lost job, etc. I was the safe spot for all the artist friends finding themselves, the girlfriends with black eyes or loser BF's, the coworkers that lost their jobs with me when it seemed like everyone was going out of business.