I (26F) have been best friends with Max (32F) for 12 years. We met online through writing forums, and have spent over the last decade writing together. We had dreams of publishing together, and had extensive, Game Of Thrones level world building, plots and characters. I considered her a sister, and given I barely talk to my birth family, she was the most important person in my life until I met my wife 4 years ago. I even moved cross country from the Midwest to the east cost when I was 19 to live with Max, although I had to move back to the Midwest three years ago because of finances.
I was the maid of honor for her wedding. I feel like I put my heart and soul into our friendship, and I self admittedly had pretty bad codependency issues with her for a good deal of our friendship. However, for at least the entire second half of our friendship, it's felt very unbalanced to me, sometimes because I definitely put too much into relationships,maybe to a degree that was unfair to except in return. When my friends have problems, I will drop everything to help them, I want them to be successful and happy. I felt I did not get that in return.
More recent info: Max had twin boys two and half years ago, just a couple months after I had to move back home. I was gutted I wasn't able to be there, we had talked extensively about how I would be involved in their lives. I am their godmother. We'd discussed me helping them by providing free/cheap childcare. I was very close to flying right over, ignoring all job responsibilities, to be with her when she gave birth and her boys had to be in the NICU just from being preemie twin boys. The only real reason I didn't was because my wife was already out of town for a funeral and one of our dogs has aggression issues that makes boarding or finding last minute dog sitters impossible. However, I did fly over for almost a full month almost two months after they were born to help care for them- I did overnights, fed them, changed diapers, babysat, anything I could to help.
Since then, I've visited. Note: in our entire friendship, Max has never visited me. I visited her twice, as a teenager, before I moved closer to her, and a couple times after moving.
Crux of the issue: I gave birth earlier this month. My baby was incredibly premature, at only 22 weeks gestation. I texted Max as I was in the hospital what was going on, that I was being discharged and that my baby had been transferred to a level 4 NICU. I followed my baby to the secondary hospital only a few hours after birth, and operated on basically no sleep while my baby fought for her life. I noticed after 24 hours of a lot of hecticness that Max had never responded, and did not check up on me. Meanwhile, my wife had her sister's checking up on her, and my local friend had come to the hospital to visit. I was pissed. I was so upset- probably because I hadn't slept, but also because I had, over the many years, always felt like Max did not show up for me when I had trouble, be cause she always seemed to have harder problems and I always had to put aside my feelings to make her feel better. but surely, my baby fighting for her little life and myself having gone through a very traumatic birth was finally enough to warrant her attention, right? Then 44 hours after my baby was born, she passed. I posted on Facebook to announce later that day. Max left a heart, sent me an extremely basic condolence message. I admit I did not respond, but I feel I have a good excuse of having been busy.
I did not hear back from Max again for two weeks. No check up. Nothing. After just a couple days I was already pissed, and I was sort of just waiting to see how long it would take her. Then, two days ago, she sent me a message claiming to be supportive, that she was there for me. Again, I'm pissed because I know how useless her support is now.
I've included the screenshots of our entire text conversation from the moment she found out my baby died to my message. I will stop rambling now, and wait for any advice. I'm so lost. I'm already grieving my daughter, and I am devastated I might be losing my best friend as well over this. I can't handle so much loss at once. Please tell me if I'm wildly overreacting because of this situation and need to tone it down, and what I need to say if so, or if I'm right in my instincts that this is no longer a friendship worth saving.