TL;DR: I intervened in my roommate’s love life and told her BF not to come over anymore because I thought he treated her like crap, and I didn’t want to see that happening in my own space. That’s more drama than I can handle at home. Was that wrong to do?
Long version: [spoiler]I’ve been friends with my roommate, let’s call her Jane, for about 5-6 years. We started living together a month ago (completely platonic). We’ve always been open with each other and talked about relationships a lot. She had been seeing this guy, let’s call him Bob, for a couple of years, on and off, but he kept dumping her and ignoring her for weeks or months and then suddenly reappearing in her life. Each time this happened, she would end up in tears and think that she deserves better, but of course each time she’d let him back into her life and the cycle starts all over. It seemed emotionally abusive, or at least criminally negligent of her well-being, to me.
Each time this happened, she would come to me to discuss it. The first couple of times, I was supportive and encouraged them to work it out. The third time, she was miserable and had to crash on my couch (before she moved in) and I started to have doubts about whether it was worth it. The fourth time lasted longer than the others and she was quite thoroughly devastated and it seemed really unhealthy. She finally broke up, left their shared apartment and moved in with me (because I happened to have a room open). She seemed a lot happier without him, freer and more light-hearted. And after so many times, I figured it was good riddance to him at last and was happy when she started seeing other guys.
But lately she’s been quite moody and sad again, and of course I find out that Bob had reentered the picture. I casually bring up the topic and she snaps at me, telling me not to comment on her relationships – despite having talked to me about him for hours upon hours in the past. I told her that was unfair because she’s already dragged me into it. She goes shhh, he’s downstairs, and gives me a dirty look and walks away, telling me not to tell her how to live her life.
I think to myself, fine, she’s an adult and I can’t stop her from living a self-destructive pattern if that’s what she wants, but I don’t have to be a part of it and bear witness to that drama in my own home, my only sanctuary. I go downstairs, confront the guy – civilly but firmly – saying “Bob, it’s nothing personal, but I don’t want to see you here anymore. You’ve hurt her too many times and you’re no longer welcome here.”
At that she loses it, storms out, says our friendship is over and she’s moving out. The guy, to his credit, stays for a few minutes to try to clear things up, but we agree there’s too much to talk about right then and there and the conversation would have to be continued later, if they both wanted to.[/spoiler]
So…
From her perspective, I had overstepped my bounds as her friend and roomie.
From my perspective, I was standing up for my friend who couldn’t take care of herself, and standing up for myself in not wanting to see that kind of abuse continue in my house.
Was that an unreasonable thing to do? Could I have handled it better?