I have a friend, her name is Ali. I've written about her before. It's been a while. To sum things up, after two months of not speaking, she made the first move. She came to me and tried to make peace. It was hard at first. Everytime I looked at her, I was hurt and angry, but I still couldn't help but miss my best friend.
We have since patched things up, somewhat. I told her that we could work on being friends again. But getting back to where we were was going to be extremely difficult. Impossible, if she was still with the boyfriend who caused all of this in the first place. Well after weeks of seeing her go through misery with this worthless piece of shit, she comes to me last week and tells me that he wanted to "take a break". He had moved out. I told her to move on. Go out, spend time with friends, relearn who she was without a boyfriend.
I made a call and got a good friend of ours to meet us for dinner. We all hung out, had a great time, it was exactly what she needed. But when I took her home, the ex showed up, and even though we weren't doing anything but sitting in my car and talking. He acted like he caught us in bed together. He begins screaming and yelling, calling her a cheating bitch and a cunt. And telling her that he never wants to see her again. I'm sure the steroids didn't help
So during the grown man temper tantrum that he is now throwing, he proceeds to kick the door of my car (new car, that I got in June btw). And of course he proceeds to threaten my life...yadda yadda yadda, all the usual cliché jealous boyfriend shit.
She calls me the next day to apologize. I tell her that she didn't do anything wrong, but that she finally saw who he really was. And that now she could see it, to move on and get Her own life back. Things were good, I convinced her to take a trip to the beach with a couple of friends. Have a good time and live it up. She did, she had a great time and couldn't do anything but talk about her trip when she got back.
I didn't hear from her for a couple of days around thanksgiving. I was getting concerned, but I talked to her friends Samantha, the one she went out of town with, and Sam said that she was fine. Ok, so she was fine, but not returning any of my texts. That worries me. I haven't talked to her in 3 days, but I get a text today. I asked if she was alright and she said that she was ok,. She and the ex has gotten back together and gone out of town for the holiday.
Not going to lie, I'm pretty pissed about the whole thing. Why would you get back together with a guy who has shoved you around, called you a cunt, assaulted your friend and said that he never wants to see you again? Why would anyone with half a brain in their head go back to that.
I'm afraid that I'm done. I can't continue to be there for someone who is going to put themselves in a bad situation over and over again. You can only pull a friend back from the edge so many times before you have to accept the fact that they want to go over that edge. It sucks to come to that realization. But I think this is it for her and I. Maybe I'm wrong, hopefully I am. But I don't see much a future for a friend who is dead set on self destruction.