Frustrated

I had dinner with a friend last night. I have mixed feelings about what has transpired. I've been depressed for about a year now and so I can see how he would say what he did. I haven't exactly been a barrel of fun. He said I'm a negative person and I'm not fun to be around. This was after I told him how I found out my ex (the one I liked the most) was married and expecting. He said that we've already talked about this. I said well yes we talked about him but not about the married thing. Apparently, I'm supposed to just get over it and stop talking about it and stop being negative. Why do I expect kindness from assholes? Really, why? Why do I bother with people who are emptier than me, more depressed than me, and even less hopeful. It didn't matter how I defended myself, or try to call attention to his own obsessive behavior, apparently it was all about me being a crappy person. I take offense. I really do. I'm already not thrilled with myself. I needed just one more person to cut me down. Criticism can be offered in love but when it's offered in exasperation, it doesn't help.