Still Friends
I am SO tired…
I got a call from the ex (D.) last night/this morning about 3:45 a.m. I came thisclose to not answering, but I thought something might be wrong, so I did. Turns out he needed a ride home from a bad situation he’d found himself in. He was far away from home, and me, and was with people who thought strippers and cocaine were fabulous ideas. Thankfully, that shit isn’t D’s style. So he told his companions that he was going outside to get some air, then left. But he didn’t have his car, so he was walking. He told me that he needed a ride, and didn’t know who else to call.
So I got out of bed, got dressed, and headed out to a nearby town to pick him up and take him home. It only took me about 20 minutes to get to him, and we talked on the phone as he walked down the street, until I got there. I was very glad that he called me when he needed me and that I was able to be there. I became very angry, however, when it occurred to me that not ONE of those losers he was with (his “friends”) had even bothered to try and call him to see where he was! Did they even know he was gone? Did they even care? It’s 4 in the morning, their drunk friend is WALKING home and no one even bothered to take a moment between coke lines to see if he was ok. I pretty much had a fit about that all the way to his house. If I went missing for even 5 minutes- my phone would be ringing ridiculously. Then again, my friends aren’t drug using fuck faces.
I got D. home safe, and came home to bed (about 5 a.m.). It seemed that D. learned a lesson last night and I seriously doubt he’ll allow himself to be in that position again. But if he ever is, he knows he can always call me- and I’ll be there. That’s the non-suck part of our break-up… We are still just a phone call away.
Peace and just say no.
