When times get tough, you really find out who your true friends are. They're there to help you move, to offer to make voodoo dolls for you, to generally ply you with food and alcohol and make the pain go away, or at least numb it for awhile.
Friendship is really a concept I've been thinking about a lot lately. I have a lot of people in my life, though not may I consider true friends. And some that behave badly as friends, even though I do consider them friends anyway.
What it comes down to is that you can't expect people to be something they're not. But you can expect and demand respect. There is no shame is saying you are hurt or hurting and asking for a hand to hold.
In the end, you have to count on yourself first but everything else falls into place. Good people will find you if you want.