hmm.
my yearning for companionship and a relationship have morphed into a need to help a friend.
shattered shes torn between making a (failed?) marriage work, and being surrounded by the family and friends that love her.
i try to stay unbiased.
i dont know her husband.
but shit.
look at her broken down self. shes in tears. she doesnt want to go.
hes making her unhappy. all for his selfish reasons to keep tabs on her while hes away.
of course i only most likely get the bad parts of the story, seeing as how theyre most pertinent to why theres so much drama,
but this guy.... her husband.
isnt giving her what she deserves.
her own fucking life.
to make her own fucking choices.
he should trust her.
sure, one might have doubts. but who the fuck are you if you dont let people be who they want to be?
she isnt doing anything bad.
she wont allow it.
she is loyal. shes fucking true.

my opinion.
hes an ass.
but of course anyone in my situation would say this, so actually spelling it out is what matters.

but im glad shes found someone to comfort her.
it seems that those are the kind of people that find me.

i just want to make people happy.

as a man. i always have that subconcious doubt of if i might actually have a hidden motive.
i pray to fuck i dont.
then what kind of person am i?