This is the best fucking idea ever.

I used to be really good friends with this girl from college and she had a boyfriend that she'd been with since early high school. He's really not so nice to her, like once he got mad and threw a Starbucks mocha all over her dorm room. And then once he freaked out and she had to wrestle some scissors away from him, giving herself a huge gash on her thumb in the process, and told everyone she "cut it curling ribbon". Hmm, can anyone else see the warning signs? He would always comment about my boobs right in front of her and the rest of our friends. I liked her and thought he was just an ass. She was my roommate last semester and they got engaged. He had just arrived for the weekend, sat down on our couch, and the next thing I know, I look over and he's holding the ring in the box like a foot from her face and I just hear,"blah blah blah, marry me." Super unromantic. She had to put the ring on herself. One of the guy's best friends was in our living room too and didn't even know what happened until like 10 minutes later.

She asks me to be her maid of honor. I was shocked but I accept. Then a bunch of shit went down and my other 2 roommates felt really attacked by the Boyfriend so we talked to her after he left for the weekend and said that if he came back to visit, that he couldn't stay at our apartment. She freaked the fuck out. I was asked to be a "special" bridesmaid instead of the maid of honor. I accepted. Finally, she told me that she felt really betrayed by me, etc, you know, because I was the one who was abusive to her. Riiight. Finally, it all came to a head and I told her that I really cared for her and that I was frankly scared for her safety if she stayed with this guy and married him. He's already verbally and emotionally abusive to her and there's no reason to think it won't progress to physical violence. I had hoped that me telling her this (as someone who grew up in a household where there was physical violence!) would let her see the light. I just told her I was really scared for her and had to tell her because I couldn't support her in this decision of hers. I also told her that I could hear her crying on the balcony at night, talking to him on the phone, and hear her saying that she didn't know how to be her own person and that she was terrified to be alone. All qualities of a healthy relationship, right? Totally.

She told me that I was 100% wrong and that the only reason she ever cried last semester was because of me. Okkkkkkay. Then I got kicked out of the wedding. Which was fine by me, I was going to ask to be removed anyways, but my other 2 roommates asked me to wait until semester to do so when we weren't all living together anymore. Anyways, I think this girl obviously needs a ton of counseling and I'm so tempted to just leave random notes with the emergency phone number for Middle Way House on them. But then another part of me wants to fucking hit her in the face for being such a fucking dumbass.

But she reads my blog and I can't say it. It really pisses me off.

This blog is magic.