My Friend Rene' Needed My Support
My friend Rene’ text messaged me today just as she had done for the past 3 days. Her divorce was final on the 1st and was worried that she had done the wrong thing. At the time we couldn’t talk on the phone because there was a terrible storm where she lived and I lived 42 miles from me so the only way to communicate was by cell. I got through and talked to her for about 2 hours after that. Her husband Cory WAS a friend of mine. I have talked about him in my journal before. He gave up the woman that he loved and replaced that with the substance that he loved, cocaine. The day they got married, I was the one who took the pictures. Rene’ was sitting at home looking at these and of course was thinking about what she had done.
Corey has been out in Georgia in a “Rehab”. I know for a fact that he is out there with his brother doing cocaine. He had been served with the papers a month ago. He tried to talk Rene’ from filing for divorce. He had talked her into taking him back before, five times and every time she did, his behavior got worse. The last time she did, he stole her car. Corey doesn’t have a license. He called later and told Rene’ that he needed to get away and think. She knew what he was out doing, the same thing that he always did, doing drugs.
Our conversation consisted of what she was thinking, what she was feeling and of course like before said what she had done. I told her that she did the right thing. She had their daughter to think about and she of course had the support of her family. She told me that she loved him but of course wasn’t in love with him. Pretty generic response but of course in this case was very true. He had eaten every part of her and I told her that it was now going to stop. The pain was over and he could never take anything from her ever again.
I have been in her support system and have been for a very long time. I am friends with the whole family. Ours is different though because we can talk about those things that she cannot with her family. I am more like her gay hairdresser that she could confide in but of course I am straight. I did however find out why her brother seemed to be crushing on me so bad… Again, not interested. Honored but of course not interested. Sorry Brad, I like innies not outies.
I did ask her if she wanted me to send her balloons so she could celebrate the passing of this horrible life that she had gone through. I learned from our conversation that she had never been given anything like that even when they were happy. This year it was worse because he missed Valentines Day, Her Birthday Their Daughter’s Birthday and now this month it will be Mother’s Day. When she told me this it made me just that much angrier with the fucker. He now had his first love and was never going to give that up.
Again, I told her that she had done the right thing. Corey had not only hurt her but also disrespected her. No woman should be treated the way that he had treated her. She had not told him that they were divorced yet and I gently jumped her ass about that. She needed to tell him so he finally understood that it was over. She said that she hoped that he wouldn’t treat his next woman like he had treated her but of course she didn’t have any control over that part of it. We talked at length, for over 2 hours and she finally accepted what I was telling her. She was finally done with is dumb ass and could go on with her life.
Tom
Corey has been out in Georgia in a “Rehab”. I know for a fact that he is out there with his brother doing cocaine. He had been served with the papers a month ago. He tried to talk Rene’ from filing for divorce. He had talked her into taking him back before, five times and every time she did, his behavior got worse. The last time she did, he stole her car. Corey doesn’t have a license. He called later and told Rene’ that he needed to get away and think. She knew what he was out doing, the same thing that he always did, doing drugs.
Our conversation consisted of what she was thinking, what she was feeling and of course like before said what she had done. I told her that she did the right thing. She had their daughter to think about and she of course had the support of her family. She told me that she loved him but of course wasn’t in love with him. Pretty generic response but of course in this case was very true. He had eaten every part of her and I told her that it was now going to stop. The pain was over and he could never take anything from her ever again.
I have been in her support system and have been for a very long time. I am friends with the whole family. Ours is different though because we can talk about those things that she cannot with her family. I am more like her gay hairdresser that she could confide in but of course I am straight. I did however find out why her brother seemed to be crushing on me so bad… Again, not interested. Honored but of course not interested. Sorry Brad, I like innies not outies.
I did ask her if she wanted me to send her balloons so she could celebrate the passing of this horrible life that she had gone through. I learned from our conversation that she had never been given anything like that even when they were happy. This year it was worse because he missed Valentines Day, Her Birthday Their Daughter’s Birthday and now this month it will be Mother’s Day. When she told me this it made me just that much angrier with the fucker. He now had his first love and was never going to give that up.
Again, I told her that she had done the right thing. Corey had not only hurt her but also disrespected her. No woman should be treated the way that he had treated her. She had not told him that they were divorced yet and I gently jumped her ass about that. She needed to tell him so he finally understood that it was over. She said that she hoped that he wouldn’t treat his next woman like he had treated her but of course she didn’t have any control over that part of it. We talked at length, for over 2 hours and she finally accepted what I was telling her. She was finally done with is dumb ass and could go on with her life.
Tom