Then your friend turns around and hooks up with a clone of that person in the next couple of months - and does this again and again.
I seem to have this issue with publishers.
Oh, no, certainly not all of them. I have some truly lovely publishers, one of whom I've been with for years. Faithful, ethical, supportive publishers who pay on time and honor their contracts and commitments. But there's always that one. The bright, shiny one I hang so many hopes on despite my friends' warnings. Despite the warnings going off in my head. I make excuses. I wait for the promised changes to happen. Yes, everything will be fine soon.
Until it all falls apart. And this isn't my first rodeo. Hell, no. I'm just a trusting, self-deluded idiot. No, I'm not naming names. Not in public. That wouldn't be right.
But there will be a delay in some sequels and for that, I apologize to my readers. We'll get there again and maybe now, finally, I've learned to make better choices.