A chance missed

I saw the signs. And I gave the chance. I thought it was only a phase, until the confrontation. I had stayed my hand until you forced it. I pressed for the truth, which you refused to tell. I was hurt. Badly hurt. Alas I still had faith then, and I decided to give you and us another chance. You abandoned it. I held on to hope, albeit cautiously. In your folly you brewed your fall. Your friends could have saved you, but in their pride and ignorance, condoned you. Now you are beyond saving. You and your "friends" continue the "Don't always blame it on others!" campaign in oxymoron. The hammer eventually falls; only your family had been your true protectors. Maybe all these are from a divine intervention to show me the medley of the seven sins.