Armchair Quarterback Diagnosis Courtesy of Shirley By UtterBullshit Productions.
I am assuming that you and your husband agreed to allow your friend to come over for this extended time. If so, he needed to suck it all up and take one for the team. Yeah, there is a lack of privacy, but I’m pretty sure both of you knew that going into this game. Also, just a thought, couldn’t you two have private time at bedtime. Pillow Talk? Or in the bathroom or something?
Also, you say your friend has a history of depression and hurting herself. Is she getting any help or taking any meds? Yes, she is going through a difficult time, but no one, and I mean no one needs to be entertained all the time. If they cannot handle a few hours of alone time and instantly find themselves depressive or brooding…well, hell…welcome to the club. Life can be a multitude of suckiness at times. Life is also the best popper of the little dreams of What We Think Should Happen * by giving us a metric buttload of * What Really Does Happen. Reality can suck, but if you can handle the waves …[keanu]whoa, what a rush![/keanu] If it is that bad, help needs to be had and pronto!
If there is a fear of her hurting herself what the hell kind of pressure is that for you to deal with? You are a great friend. Do her parents or siblings know about this? If her parents are aware of her behavior and skedaddled, well, holy shit, that is just awful. However, maybe your friend is co-dependant and is use to sucking the life out of those around her and the parents are not putting up with it anymore. Is this a constant pattern in her life? Dunno. that is your call.
No human needs that kind of baby sitting if they were mentally stable. Yeah, she is going through a rough time, but to be honest, the turbulence of a marriage or the end of a marriage is not the end of the world. (GASP!) Just the seemingly end of their own private little bubble of contentment. Y’know the Happily Ever After Shit that doesn’t exist. If it is true love ( truw wuv), it will endure and truw wuv is not all about being happy and everything perfect all the time. Its about swallowing some pride, admitting you are wrong or saying, " Hey, I’m in over my head here…and not comfortable with this…give me time to adjust." or we need to work together on this, not against each other…blah blah…lather, rinse, repeat. it never goes away…you just have to learn to deal with it or let it go.
Running home and hiding behind his mother’s skirts is a sign of immaturity. However, being a mama’s boy isn’t a crime. It isn’t necessarily a Hideously Bad Thing either. Mama’s Boys tend to treat their wives better in the long run and are faithful, non abusive types. They probably are a little more sullen.It sucks at times, but it beats Testosterone Sexist Man-Child Husband you could have chosen.) He hasn’t complete grown up yet and you cannot ask him to chose between you and mama. He will pick mama. The problem is Mama. She needs to tell her son that she won’t be the messenger and if she is adult enough and grown up enough, she’ll grasp this concept and give Mr. AFG the message and butt out. If he is using a neutral 3rd party to relay messages, that is a sign of cowardice. Real adults take it face on, over a barrel and up the ass. It is character building, to say the least.
Running like that at the first disagreement is a sign of immaturity. Real people with cojones stick it out or deal with the issues when the cool down. Asking for a divorce like that is just infantile. It is a horrible weapon that will cause severe reprocussions in the long run making you fearful to ever state your opinion on something lest it upsets him to the point of him leaving. It is mental landmine planted in your head for the rest of the relationship, the bastard. It is very awful and petulant that he did this. Have his testicles dropped yet?
We Ujests, like to rely on the wonders of the cell phone for that kind of communication. Neutral Territory so that he can’t see me rolling my eyes until the optical nerve snaps when he politely and gently prods the sore territory that I don’t ever want to deal with againdammit and I can’t see him grasping the steering wheel until it nearly shatters at whatever dumbass curt reply I gave him. (He is a diplomat. I am a Navy Seal/SAS/Commando.) I could learn alot from him if I wasn’t so thickheaded. The $40 a month for my phone his is a company phone is cheaper than therapy!
Anyways…blah blah blah
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