tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766973.post114550491391046014..comments2023-07-23T07:47:42.360-05:00Comments on Life As I Know It...: The Controller…FeedingYourMindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16542158699816108523noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766973.post-1145548374234245572006-04-20T10:52:00.000-05:002006-04-20T10:52:00.000-05:00One of my oldest friends was in a series of abusiv...One of my oldest friends was in a series of abusive relationships in high school and after, and it used to make me <I>so angry</I>. The crap these guys told her was totally untrue and meant just to hurt her, and I couldn’t understand why she believed it. (One of them even told her that he never hit other girls he dated, he only hit her, and wanted to find out why that was, so would she go out with him again?) I think she just didn’t think enough of herself to get out of it. In fact, when I went off to college, my worst fear was a middle-of-the-night phone call saying that one of these guys had finally beaten her so badly that she was in the hospital, or worse, the morgue. And since my friends and I never told her parents, it would be my fault for not sounding the alarm. I could never talk her into giving these guys up completely or getting a restraining order, so I really just yelled a lot. At her, to my other friends who knew, etc. I think she’s doing better, and I hope these guys have moved on, but they have a sneaky way of sitting dormant for a while and then coming back. Like herpes.<BR/><BR/>If I had it to do over again, I would tell her parents in a heartbeat, even though I know it would mean losing her friendship, which I value very much. I just know that she will carry the internal and external scars from these guys forever, and that’s not fair.A. Lohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06430652640201646933noreply@blogger.com