Wednesday morning

Spilled beer and whiskey – wonderful mementos of a bad idea. The bf called her a psycho bitch from hell when she called him to come get her, she said. Yeah, maybe, but I used different terms, and did answer that call after she left; she was afraid to wait on the street at 4:30 am and asked me to come down and wait with her for the bf coming to pick her up. Poor woman. I had a hard time getting words in edgewise last night and today – she doesn’t shut up, and heard a sentence – a partial sentence of mine and freaked out and packed up and left – with many words about what an A hole I am. I knew it was a bad idea the other night, but I wanted to be a good friend and went and got her anyway. Childhood abuse has primed her to mis-interpret words that she only hears part of; she’s 52 now. I think this is the end of that friendship; certainly, if she calls again, walls will be up and anything like this avoided in the future. Dumb cat.

some women have volatile relationships like that and they seem to get others to feel bad for them and help them and then they go back. she’ll never really leave him. now you know. don’t answer that phone cause she will call again. if not tonight then a week from now, a month from now, 6 months from now. alcohol makes people do stupid things. if you help a drunk you are just enabling them. prayersfor you. take care,

I’m sorry. 🙁