The last straw and the end of our story…

Here we go again…

Everything seems to be going well with Jane and Tyler. Their going on their second date and Jane is so excited, it’s actually really cute. After the date she brought him home and with all the alcohol they consumed I’m guessing it didn’t take long for one thing to lead to another, as she graphically described to me the following night. But, Jane is the type of person that needs the constant reassurance that what just happened meant something to the other party involved right away! She’s very fragile it seems when it comes to being intimate with someone for the first time, she cried afterwards, because she was happy. Maybe it’s just me, but if I was a guy, that would scare me a little.

Anyways, she decides to take the day off work so she can clear her mind about everything and be there in case Tyler calls, emails or texts. All trough the day, we email back and forth and she shows me some of the emails that she’s planning on sending to him at certain times throughout the day (yes, she’s giving the guy a deadline to respond). Every time she sends me something I read it and I’m starting to get freaked out by it. She sounds like a mad woman!! I always respond with the standard:
“I wouldn’t send it, wait and see if he calls. If he doesn’t then it wasn’t a big deal to him, so why let it be to you?!”
“Why can’t you be more supportive? You’re supposed to be my friend and you’re defending what he did to me.”
“Jane, I’m sitting here talking to you about all of this while I’m at work and trying to explain that I wouldn’t do it.” (All the while knowing she’s going to send these emails)
“You’re right, sorry, I’m just upset and I’m taking it out on you”.
That very night she calls me up and starts crying that he hasn’t responded yet. At this point I’m truly at a loss for words; I don’t know what else to say. We are completely opposites when it comes to this type of thing. I might have called in the evening and left a message to call me back, but I wouldn’t have kept it up if he didn’t respond. If I was upset or hurt about it, I would have done exactly what she was doing at this moment, call a girlfriend and vent, but try and explain that to Jane, it’s NOT a good response.

Tuesday comes and she has to call in sick again because he still hasn’t responded. Do you blame him; she’s acting like a stalker. She called his place all night, waking him and his brother up in the middle of the night more than once, texted him until he finally turned his phone off and kept emailing him and insulting him.
Now, Jane knows that every second Tuesday I spend the evening with William, it’s the only night we get to spend together and we always try to spend it alone. We get to Williams, we aren’t even there for 20 minutes yet and my phone rings. It’s Jane; she’s drunk and is talking stupid. I calm her down; at least I thought I did and hang up. Not even 10 minutes go by and she asks me to come over because she’s feeling alone. When Jane’s drunk and feeling alone, she likes to “remodel” herself, I can’t not do anything, so I ask William if he would mind stopping by her place. On our way over I text her and tell her I’m on my way WITH William. She’s perfectly fine with it and is actually happy that she gets to finally meet him. I’m not really looking forward to it; obviously, my quiet evening with William has just been turned into a circuit. We get there and she looks fine, a little drunk and maybe a little depressed looking, but in general she’s herself. We listen to music, sing and have a couple of drinks…all in all we had a decent time.

Then comes Friday! William and I have plans to go to my brothers’ place so they can meet. My brother and I are very close and he wants to make sure I’m happy and well taken care of. He’s always been protective of me. But do you really think that’s going to happen? No. Jane just called me at work and actually asked me to leave, she just lost her job. I tell her that I’m sorry, but I can’t leave work. She’s so upset, what can I do? I ask her if she wants us to go by after work. Of course this was a stupid decision on my part, the answer is obviously YES!! I talk to William about it and being the sweetheart that he is, he’s perfectly fine with it. On our way out of work I call my brother and explain the situation, but he still thinks, to this day, that we cancelled because William was nervous about meeting him. I tell Jane that we’ll be there after work. We need to stop by my place to check on the dog and then hit a liquor store on the way to her place. Depending on the traffic we should be there close to 5:30 -5:45. She suggests we meet at the pub next to her place for a snack beforehand. No word of a lie, my phone must have rang at least 5 times; as I was leaving work and getting into the car, while I was on the phone with my brother, on the way to my place, on the way to the store and then again at 5:35 telling me that if we aren’t there soon, just to go else where to eat then go over after. For crying out loud, we are literally 5-10 minutes away. I explain that there are other cars on the road and that we will be there in a few minutes, it won’t take us long and to meet us outside. She finally calms down when she sees us walking down the street. We go to the pub, have a bite and head over to her place. We did the same as always, had a few drinks, talked, listened to music and sang, but this time she wanted to dance. While she was dancing with William, she looked over at me and gave me the thumbs up sign, meaning that she finally approves of my relationship. I know Jane well enough to be able to tell, by the look in her eyes, that she was also thinking that she might be interested in getting to know him better, and I don’t mean as a friend. This is after William told her he can forward her resume to a few agencies that he has contacts in. At about 12:30 Jane was pretty drunk and she got upset again and decided that she’s going to start arguing with us. She says some pretty nasty things to William and then she passes out on the couch so we get ready to leave. She is totally out of control at this point. William leaves us alone and waits in the hall while I explain that we’re leaving and that she needs to get up to lock the door. Finally she gets up, yells at me, goes to the kitchen and grabs a couple of knives. I follow her in and take them away from her, all the while cutting my own hand. She gets mad again, calls me a bitch and slams the door in my face. The whole way home I keep worrying that I left her alone in that state and how responsible I would feel if she did something stupid. But I couldn’t do anything else to help.

William and I get home and decide to go to bed. At 4am my phone beeps, which means I have a text message. It’s from Jane:
“Where the hell are you?”
“In bed, it’s 4am”
“Why aren’t you here…I hate you”
“I’ll talk to you in the morning Jane”.
My phone rings…guess who?
“I can’t believe you would pick him over me!”
“What the hell are you talking about? You called me a bitch, told me to leave and slammed the door in my face after I took 2 knives away from you”
“I never want to talk to you again, you’re a terrible friend and he’s asshole and you’re just stupid for wanting to be with him, he’s just going to hurt you and all I’m doing is trying to protect you. Get ready for work on Monday, I’m writing the email to them right now and sending it.”
“Jane, if I thought he was going to hurt me, I wouldn’t be with him and I don’t need you to protect me, I’m a big girl I can take care of myself. If you want to send your email, go ahead!”
She hangs up…then calls back…hangs up and calls back, this goes on and on for a few more minutes but since I’m ignoring it at this point, she finally gives up.
When William gets back upstairs I’m in tears. He puts his arms around me to comfort me and we fall asleep.

The next Monday is even better…I tell Ethel what happened and she can’t believe the email I get from Jane either.
She asks me to forward her resume to William so he can forward it on to his contacts. Are you kidding me?! I hand it over and he does it because she’s my friend, but seriously, come on! After this she asked him to write her a reference because she didn’t like the one Ethel wrote her. I said no…he was going to because, once again because she’s my friend, but I wouldn’t let him. How many people would have the audacity to ask for a favor after what she did? This is one of the many reasons why Ethel and I believe she might have bipolar. The symptoms all point to it.

A lot has happened since then…Jane has gotten herself another job, she has a boyfriend that seems to be good for her and can actually put up with her crazy ways. After knowing each other for 3 weeks, they decided to move in together next month; I guess it’ll be 3 months by then. She’s tried to contact me a few times and we did go over for a drink a few weeks ago, but she hasn’t changed at all. She’s still acting like a child with her tantrums. One day she’s sweet as pie and the next she’s herself again. I don’t need that kind of drama in my life. Who does?

Or friendship was not a real friendship, a friend is happy when you are, even if they don’t agree with it, a friend is there for you when you need them, they don’t always criticize you and your decisions, when you don’t agree with them they shouldn’t make you feel bad about having your own opinions and they don’t hold your new relationship over your head with your work as Jane has done one too many times to William and I. Now that she realizes she can’t hold it over my head anymore…she’s stopped.
Every other time we stopped talking it was her decision, but this time it was mine so she knows I’m done!!

As I said in the first installment;
“Our friendship was truly a one sided argument!”