Long story short, I was helping run a sporting organization. We'd been running this organization since 2010, and in 2019 we were allowed to host an international event, which was a huge deal since it was the first time this event had been held outside the United States. My business partner has been trying to secure a multi-million dollar deal to buy a building and make the greatest sporting event centre in our city. He came to me in June of 2019 and asked for $25,000, stating that he had successfully completed the financing deal and that he had found the perfect building. The problem was that we needed a $25,000 deposit right now to secure the building. He assured me that the bulk of the millions he was promised would be in by July 1st so all he needed was $25,000 for two weeks, and then he'd pay me back. All I had was $10,000 in my savings, so I gave it to him. Because he was a trusted friend, I never drew up paperwork. There was no contract in place, just a handshake.July 1st rolls around and no building, no repayment. Later on in the year, we host our big event. The athletes who showed up loved it, but due to lack of turnout, we don't get the people or sponsors we need to break even. Also, because there is no building (the one my friend had promised would be ready in time), we have to rent out a local sports complex to host the event, costing us $19,000 that wasn't in the budget. The event ends up being a financial disaster, due to lack of sponsorship, lack of athletes, and lack of a fucking building that my partner promised would be ready in time for this event. He tells me that one of his other companies will cover the losses, and this is not an unbelievable story, since his other companies have sponsored the international events in the past. IAround the same time as our big event was happening, one of my kids developed anorexia to the point where she needed to be hospitalized. Because I was the one who did all the day to day work for the sporting organization, I asked to step down from my position to have the time to take care of my family. 2020 rolls around and I ask a few more times if the funding has come in and when I can get my money back. I am assured repeatedly that the funding is in, and I'll be paid back soon. By the middle of July (over a year since I loaned him the 10 grand) I issue him an ultimatum. Either I get the money back by the end of September, or I'm taking him to court. He responds by blaming me for the financial mess of the 2019 event, telling me that I misappropriated money from the organization (which I didn't), and threatening to go to my place of work and tell them that I was stealing money from him. Then he drops a letter in my lap and walks away. The letter states that he agrees to pay me back my 10k (without interest), if I agree to retire from my sport and admit to stealing money. I flat out refused, and went to a couple lawyers who both advised me to lay low and wait for him to sue me. They both said that I'd be spending at least 5k to defend myself in court, and that the case could drag on for years and cost even more than what I was already out of pocket. The last lawyer I spoke to said this...and I quote."Look, I make $375 an hour. If you want me to start working on this, I can, but I guarantee you that you'll be spending most of your 10K on my legal fees. If you can walk away from this, you're better off. You'll spend the next few years looking over your shoulder and waiting for the next court date. The process will kill you. If you do want to fight, let him sue you first. Then countersue and get his original suit laughed out of court, since his case holds less water than your average Trump lawsuit". So now I wait. I have about a foot of paper in a box in my basement. It's full of financial statements, credit card statements and copies of emails that show that I never stole money and that he never paid me back. I have printouts of text chains, emails etc where he promises to pay me back (and then never does). Now I wait for him to strike, or I wait for the statute of limitations to run out. Every time I go to the mailbox, I'm half expecting a legal summons from him to appear in court. Up until 2020, this friend I keep talking about was a father figure to me. He once told me that he'd take a bullet for me or any member of my family. It turns out that not only has he taken money from me, but also from several of my friends. He has yet to pay them back either. Sounds like they (along with a few other parties) are getting ready to sue him in a class action lawsuit. They asked me if I want to be a part of the lawsuit, but for my sanity, I've walked away.Even though I'm walking away, I still feel broken. When he dropped that letter in my lap in September of 2020, I lost all my joy. I can't seem to be happy anymore. The best I can hope for these days is to get through the day without snapping at someone. I spend a lot of time watching vet rescue clips on Youtube. Watching dogs and cats get rescued seems to be the only thing that makes me feel anything anymore. I'll watch a couple hours of Youtube, and then crawl in bed way to late to get any restful sleep. Then I start the next day feeling worse than before.Reader, if it makes you feel any better, I'm not suicidal. Just done with life. I think the best way to explain it is this. If you gave me a gun, I wouldn't go and shoot myself. But if I was driving down the highway, and a car coming the other way jumped the median and was heading right for me at top speed, I doubt I'd bother to step on the brake, or steer out of the way. I'm just tired of trusting people and than getting fucked over. I just really feel like I'm done. Fully completely done with this world. 2020 has shown me that most people out there are people you want to stay away from.Sorry this was a depressing read, but I needed to let it out.