Hi, my name is Morgan and I want to tell you a story…

Jane and I became instant friends. I still remember the first day I met her; she was so nice and normal. Little did I know that this “normal” friendship would soon become a one sided argument.
Now don’t get me wrong I have a great deal of love for Jane, but sometimes life throws you a curve ball that you definitely didn’t expect.

For example, finding out your new friend is head over heals in love with someone that turns her into a completely different girl. This “boyfriend”, Jake has a good job, nice place and a terrible secret. He happens to be an addict and doesn’t really hide it from many people. He and Jane would sit around and do their thing almost every night. A normal night for them would consist of; listening to music, maybe a little dancing, a few drinks and of course making love. Hearing the man you’re in love with tell you he doesn’t feel the same, not even close, that he’s still in love with his ex would make me run away, especially after being together so intimately, but did Jane…you guessed it, no she stayed for nearly a year and tortured herself some more.
She was and might still be crazy for this guy so she always made excuses for the hurtful things he would say and do. Some nights got so out of hand that she wouldn’t be able to make it into work the next morning. To this day, when she gets too upset or doesn’t get her way she “remodels” herself.
Jane is a beautiful fiery woman with all this love to give, but she doesn’t know how to express herself properly. Well not to the men in her life and I’ve come realize not with me either.
She hasn’t had the best of luck lately and for some reason or another I’ve been the friend that she calls for support. I don’t mind, that’s what friends are for, but a friendship should be two sided, no?
How am I supposed to help her if everything I say it’s wrong. Not one day has gone by since September that I haven’t been told I’m not being a good friend. All this of course is because I’m happy.
I mean, I haven’t had the easiest last year or so either and when I needed a shoulder to cry on Jane was ALWAYS there, but now that I’m truly happy she seems to get worse and worse.

Here’s our story…