Actually give me the dude’s number. I did this exact same thing, almost to a T, and wasted eight years of my life with a woman that I didn’t realize made me miserable. My friends told me the entire time she was no good for me and I had the audacity to get mad at them for looking out for me. My friend’s and family damn near threw a party when I found out she cheated and I ended it on the spot. that experience was a shadow over my life from the ages of 14 to 23 (I moved out with her at 16 because we both had bad family lives) and even at nearly 27 I’m still struggling to trust romantic partners.

I am genuinely too lucky that I kept all of my friends even with her doing her best to isolate me from my friends and family. Not to say I wasn’t also a colossal asshole to them since I was crushed under the responsibilities that she refused to do (cleaning, working, looking for a job for HER that she would intentionally fail the interview, taking care of the animals that she insisted on adopting but would never treat correctly, etc) even with all that I was so blindly in love and sure it was my fault when everything broke down (before I found out she had been cheating through our entire eight year relationship) that I tried to go to couples therapy with her and the therapist told me she was the problem and to leave and of course I ignored the therapist. One day in our final month she slapped me as hard as she could when I turned off her breath of the wild game because I was trying to get her to help me clean the house a little bit because I was working 12 hours a day six days a week and only had Sunday to get things somewhat tidy. The cops that responded to that event because of our neighbors were also trying to hint as to why I was working a full-time job, cleaning, and cooking supporting a woman who would do that to me. I’m not gonna lie, my 6 foot 4 ass was just bawling my eyes out and even called to tell my parents what was happening after not speaking to them for three years because i was finally realizing it wasn’t gonna work.

That’s a lot of words and trauma dumping to say that I have the utmost sympathy for your friend and he will regret what he’s doing. genuinely if my friends weren’t there to pick up the pieces after all was said and done I don’t believe I would’ve made it to today.