Hello, fellow hivers!
How are you all doing?
I had a hell of a week!
To be honest I had so much on my plate that I can barely remember the beginning of this week (which also reminded me that I should start journaling).
After my post on Monday, I had no time to stop ever since.
For a while now I've been thinking about bringing you a story of my friend Zoe (for all intents and purposes the names will be changed), she even suggested that to me a few times.
Zoe is a 5ft1, green-eyed brunette that I met back in April of 2020.
I started working with her and against all odds, we got along pretty well.
We are almost polar opposites. In any regular circumstance, we wouldn't even acquire each other's existence or if we did we wouldn't like each other at first sight.
I say this because we came to realize we had a lot of people in common and we used to go to the same spots in town (before covid).
But unaware of it, a friendship was being shaped.
She got an offer to work for another company and she accepted but we still had the same workplace, just different companies, and duties. And we made sure to always coordinate our breaks, at least one.
In the meanwhile, she met Dick and everything happened very quickly. At the time he was still living with his ex, covid hit and they had a small daughter so he was still there.
Nonetheless, it wasn't one month or so until he moved in with Zoe. He was already spending most of his time there and sleeping anyway, so they took the step to marry the toothbrushes.
Everything was great (in her eyes).
He would through some hints about co-workers looking and flirting with her (this from his head).
Have serious jealousy outbursts.
I remember vividly one time we were with friends having some beers, and suddenly a group of his friends showing up. They came to say hello and went away. All good.
Suddenly he's pissed at God knows who with God knows what. Dick swears Zoe was looking at one guy. Up to this day no one, nor Zoe or I know who that guy was.
Another time we had coffee with another friend of hers (the only one he's not jealous of because the boy is gay) and he decided to stay longer and then would get a ride from someone else, alright.
She left me home and everything was normal until she called me crying. Apparently, she passed by him and didn't see Dick. So she stopped the car when he called.
He was mad furious accusing her of ignoring him because she was taking another person in the car. When he got to the car and saw no one but her, the excuse for another argument was "You only stopped far away so I couldn't see him(?) leaving"
Then was our friend's fault because he changed his own plans. Pardon me?
But he didn't seem a bad person at all, he just seemed terribly insecure, to the extent I know, he says he was cheated on.
After all, they didn't know each other very well. But other than the jealousy she had nothing to say. In fact, he was super sweet, always made plans with her for the future, and Jesus, the baby fever was huge.
Even being apart from his firstborn, he still talked about having more kids and she always brushed off the idea.
The pattern was there, the red flags too.
Around Christmas, he took her with him to visit his daughter and his family. Which for every girl, is huge!
A couple of days later we met and she showed me a couple bruises and tells me how his baby momma was holding the little girl and still attacked her inside the car.
I honestly doubted the story for a while until a couple of months ago the girl reached out to apologize.
On her birthday this year, she threw a small gathering in their house and eventually the jealousy kicked in, Zoe ended her birthday crying on my shoulder.
Another argument, another talk, so we were cool for another while.
Until the 23rd of April, when she gets to my house and tells me that on that morning they talked and they decided to start trying to have a baby!
YES! THAT'S WHAT I SAID
ON THAT MORNING THEY ENGAGED IN UNPROTECTED RELATIONS TO HAVE A BABY!
I was so shocked I had to write down that date.
Alright, calm down. Who gets pregnant on the first try? Well, Zoe did.
As time went by we almost forgot about it. Until the sickness showed up, weird smells, breast tenderness, throwing up all the time.
And her period was late.
I knew right away she was with a baby but she still wasn't sure and it took her a while to buy a test, she got home with the test and did it with Dick.
Results were, as I predicted, they were having a baby. But up to this point, we already had joked about doing a gender reveal party and all things related.
But hell broke loose when the doctor sent her home because it was a risky pregnancy due to her over-the-top throwing up.
Dick started saying things like she was pretending to be sick, that she was home because she was pregnant, not disabled so she could do all the housework by herself.
She wasn't feeling physically good and wasn't feeling good about herself either.
Dick had decided then, by himself, he didn't want to have that kid anymore.
We have been going through promises of heaven while in hell for months now.
Dick is a Dick.
Dick pressured her to get an abortion and acted like it was nothing. However, he would be at her side through thick and thin.
Every trip to the doctor brought Zoe into tears.
I know her well enough to know she had the right reasons to do it, related to family trauma (as myself).
But she did it for him.
After that, things were just the same.
Things around the house were everything but cool.
The problem was out, so why the fuck he kept himself out of the house all the time? For 1 year I have never seen him giving an F for his friend, but now they were on the top of his priorities.
A couple days later the doctor told her that things didn't go as expected with the pill and she had to undergo surgery.
The number of tears shed was unbelievable.
The nightmare had no way to end.
The next day, she went through the intervention and after they let her go, she spent one week away with her mother.
all the process involves psychiatrists and psychologists to make sure the woman ends up good both physically as mentally and she has been mentally wrecked ever since.
She takes her pills religiously and doesn't like alcohol very much so she does everything right.
But then she kept having this ongoing pain.
Once again, the procedure wasn't effective and if this last treatment didn't solve the problem, she would have to go again to that metal table.
More tears, just in the thought of going in there she was in despair.
We are both home at the moment so we speak to each other every other day. Just not to say daily.
On Wednesday at 1am I got a call from her.
She never calls after midnight. I knew something was wrong when I saw her missed call minutes after so I called her right away.
I couldn't understand a word she was saying besides her panic crying and she asked me to meet her at her house.
I flew out the door expecting obviously, the worst.
When I finally got there I find her by herself laying down on the outside tiles because she said it was the only place in the house she felt good because the floor was cold.
After calming down I'm told that Dick went away to see his daughter, he was supposed to come home on that Tuesday evening but never arrived.
She was telling me how excruciating was the pain she was feeling and the meds weren't working.
His phone was off.
I decided to bring her home with me when the meds started to take action and all her muscles were relaxed to the point I had to carry her around.
She left him a message saying how I brought her with me and out of nowhere the phone was on and he was texting her saying "how convenient", "I don't believe you", she even go to the point she sent him a picture of my living room and he never opened.
Hours later we went with Zoe to the Emergency at the Maternity Hospital where she has been followed to see if everything was alright.
The front desk lady was horrible (not the first time) and told her to wait outside because in the waiting room could only be pregnant ladies.
We waited for 3 hours in the heat until I flipped and went inside to talk to someone.
She was immediately attended to by her doctor.
Zoe called me, the doctor wanted to see me.
Apparently, Zoe has talked a lot about me and how supportive and present I was and have been through this whole and looooooooong process.
The doctor proceeds to tell me how she was suggesting Zoe checking-in for a couple of days to be away, so she could be calm without external stress and put her head in place. To which I told the doctor I indeed found it very needed but she was the one to decide and while she made up her mind the doctor proceeded to examine her.
BOOOM ANOTHER ATOMIC BOMB
She had to stay whether she liked it or not. She had to undergo the third time.
Well, Zoe has this thing when her eyes get bloodshot they look even brighter and the tears streaming down my friend's face were unbearable.
She went to the surgery room around 00:30 and came out exactly one hour later.
Due to covid, you can only get one visitor and it has to be always the same. I had things scheduled for my Thursday afternoon that I could not miss so I couldn't be her visitor.
We Face-Timed on the night before and she had a balcony over the parking lot which made things a little better cause not only she had a suite for herself, she could smoke all the cigarettes she wanted but was running low on tobacco.
I made a promise to her that since I could not be her visitor I would go there in the morning for as long as she was in to smoke a cigarette with her on a call and brought her some tobacco.
Indeed, there I was Thursday morning! Since I couldn't get in to deliver her the tobacco and deliver it to a nurse or a doctor is just a lack of common sense, she threw me a little necessaire to put the things inside and throw her back the bag.
Let's just say, me throwing back the bag didn't go according to plan. Not only I had every "soon-to-be father" outside laughing off the situation, but Zoe's room had not only a tree halfway through the balcony and the other half had a car right below.
We then asked a nurse to come downstairs and pick a bag that simply "fell" over the balcony.
Here's a picture of the situation:
I found out later that day that her psychiatrist saw me in the parking lot talking to her on the phone and smoking. She said that was a first and wishes more people were like us.
Up to this point a date for her leave was unpredictable, it could be today or next week.
Until she called me saying that she could leave the hospital still on Thursday if she signed the paperwork and if she could stay over.
Honestly, my "SUPERMAN COMPLEX" was immediately through the roof and I said Yes, as expected.
Zoe was going to sign those papers anyway so as her friend (after saying she shouldn't because of medical care right?) I rather have her sleeping the first night stress-free than going home to Dick who was only out of work at midnight.
I even spoke with her father this morning, he was thanking me for what I've done.
That was when I realized 3 things:
1st - I really must have the fate of cleaning up after others, because I've been doing it my whole life and I keep on doing so.
2nd - I regret nothing I've done for her up to this day, even if I had nothing to do with the situation and I still want to cut off a certain Dick (I'll bring that for my therapist)
3rd - How funny friendships are!
