I'm 33 years old and gay. I had a very good career in Washington, DC, but decided to go to graduate school. My first summer I started hanging out with this guy as friends, but started liking him, and he indicated he was interested in me. Because of my self-doubts, I never acted on his signals, so I friend-zoned myself. He met someone else, and we remained friends, with my feelings growing even stronger. We were best friends, spending nearly every day with each other increasingly closer. Throughout that year, he still sent me signals: tried to kiss, spent Valentine's Day with me instead of his boyfriend, would hug me very tight and pat my behind. Eventually, I couldn't hold it in anymore and told him how I felt and he rejected me. I went on a total bender, drinking, drugs, casual sex. I even changed my degree program to finish one year earlier. I graduated without a job and with $40,000 USD in student loan debt. My sister gave birth to her first child and I moved to help her (she's a single-mom). She lives in the suburbs of a small southern city where I don't know anyone and it's an hour to the nearest gay bars. I finally got a job, but I didn't like it and they wanted me to move across the country; they eventually fired me. I saved some money, but it's all going to student loans. So after finishing school three years ago, I'm jobless, friendless and still dealing with the sting of rejection. I'm technically over him, but have not been able to move on because I have no social outlet and no money to find one.
Short version: heart-broken, jobless and living with family for three years.