I have this friend. I want to always be the voice of reason, of intelligence. But I can’t. Cause I want my friend to be happy. But I have to be the voice of reason, cause sometimes he lets his emotions get the best of him.
He met this woman, smart, intelligent and… Married. Not even happily ever after married but married.
He maintains a happy friendship with this woman until he does the unthinkable. He sleeps with her. Now in my eyes, he’s damaged. He shouldnt have done the deed and now he made his bed and has to lay in it.
So I spent tonight talking to him long distance when I got home and was slightly distracted. Cause I was balancing the part where I tell him it doesn’t matter if the husband is cheating on the wife, my friend should never have slept with her.
But then, as I have been doing lately, I put myself in his shoes. Yes he is happier than I have ever seen him. Yes she is divoricing her husband and yes, they are happy the husband and the personal trainer.
Three Rights make a left,but do two wrongs make a right?
I look at my friendships with all my married female friends and feel confident that I can keep my mind on what is in their best interests. Being their friend.
I seem to be making more and more friends each day. I thought that it would be bad after my divorce but from Tony , to Chyna, to Sarah, Tamara, Jonnye to everyone who has touched my life and made it better.
I guess I am a lucky man.
I’ve been in this rut, of work and personal and just decided to give up. I can’t control this crap, might as well try to limit the crap before the crap controls me.
So, I am working on getting the Mustang, working on getting out more and meeting people and remembering that “He who hesitates is lost”
So time to pick up a map.
As for my friend. When he asked me if I was happy with the way things turned out for him… It was hard to say no, when I wanted so hard to say yes.