Walk Away

A friend of mine who I work with every morning ask me to borrow 20 dollars, since she's an actual friend, I don't mind giving it to her, but the money is really for her trifling ass husband. To which case, I won't.

Since I really hate telling as well as hearing long stories I'll make this one short as possible with bullet points, then proceed to my actual point.

*My friend is a size 26

*From what I hear, every man she's ever dated has called her fat or pressured her to lose weight.

*so she met as well as married a man she met on the internet.

*he's broke, not normal people broke like most of us are, but no won't keep a job broke. Won't, I said. Not can't.

*he won't let her go anywhere without him, and he bosses her around.

*he's not attractive.

*she stays with because she says she loves him because he's her best friend, but she comes in looking depressed all the time.

*he has a good job now that he's going to quit because he doesn't like it.

*when she threatened to leave him, he cried like a baby and begged her to stay.

*she's trying to lose weight now b/c she's wants his kids.

*he has no friends, b/c he thinks he doesn't need any because he has his wife.

I usually don't care about stuff like this, because its none of my business, but this fascinates me for two reasons. The first and most importantly, I was in a relationship almost exactly like this one roughly three and a half years ago, and everybody, I mean everybody told me how bad it was, to which I didn't listen and always responded that I was in love and this was the choice I made. I wish I had listened to everybody else.
Whenever she talks about it, I lecture her because its almost like I'm lecturing my 22 year old self. I don't know on earth how I could have been so stupid.

The second reason is, after talking (or rather yelling at her) I realize how much of a man that I have evolved into. She always says that I'm not walking away from my marriage because I love him. And I reply, "So what", to which she looks at me like I'm crazy. After a series of failed "relationships", I believe I lost my girl gene as far as dating goes, so to speak. It's all about sex now. When I can get it, and who I can get it with. Addam asked me if my current fuck buddy was coming over this weekend. He said his name, and I said, "Who?". Sick. I know.

Its just a phase, I'm aware. I know somebody will say, "Oh, when you find your soulmate, you'll know, and you'll feel so different." Whatever.
I just don't believe in putting yourself through torture, or some sort of severe physical or psychological uncomfort, when you can just get rid of the guy.
But in her case, she's settling because he decided to be with her even though she's big, and everything else is secondary.

I really need to tell that story about my gay-ex boyfriend one day, but sorry, I'm saving it for a screenpaly.