I feel sad for her, at the end of the day. I guess I always feel sad for people who are mean, even when they are to me. It always just feels like, "god, what a small, lonely world you're creating for yourself with all this meanness you throw out to other people. Someone or something must have hurt you really badly to not be open to all of the weirdness, love, joy, wonder, creativity, eclecticism, power of emotions, etc etc- to not want to just LIVE, and experience new people and things and love your children and find people to love and love you no matter what, something must have really made you think life and you were just really that bad."
I've been on both sides, and I've been as heartbroken as Alice is. It's absolutely horrible. It can make you hate the world, and really hate yourself. It can send doubt and insecurity into the depths of your heart. And sure, it can make you crazy. But you have to keep a dose of "I'm going to do whatever I can do to get better" because the world and life is worth it. Love is worth it. Hell, I did it just for my DOG, not even for children. I wanted my dog to have happy, let's-go-on-hikes-and-walks me. I wanted to love and be loved. And I don't have that big family to turn to. But I've always managed to have wonderful people around to talk to. Poor Alice doesn't even believe in herself enough to think that anyone else could love her, not even as a friend.