Friend #1
Yesterday I was talking to the friend and told her about how my divorce went through Thursday. Suddenly she told me she was going to leave her live-in boyfriend who she's been with forever. They bought a house last year together. I knew that he was out of work right now, but I really thought was their only real problem. Apparently they've been fighting like crazy for a while and he treats her like crap. When she told me that yesterday, I thought she wasn't going to do it immediately, but she told him last night that she was leaving him. Of course, he didn't take it very well, and today she's rattled. I told her that no matter how bad it feels right now, at least he isn't like my ex-husband. Almost every time I tried to end the marriage, he'd put a knife to my neck and would kick/punch holes in the walls.
Friend #2
The ex-friend who I found out is alive was one of my best friends in elementary school and the beginning of our 7th grade year. Suddenly one week she was there and the next week she wasn't in school anymore and no one knew where she went. There were a few rumors but no one knew anything for sure. Her four younger brothers were all still in school, but they were too young to really know what was going on. I hadn't heard anything from her since before she left, and no one I knew had heard anything either. Finally this week I saw that her older brother had made a myspace page, so I added him even though I never really knew him too well. I looked in his photos and there were photos of her, so I at least know she's still alive now. I may get brave enough to ask him about her, but I don't know how well that would go over. He always hated my father with a great passion so I'm shocked he'd even add me as a friend.
Friend #3
A couple weeks ago I mentioned that I found the myspace page of the brother of my best friend from junior high. I found her page this week, not by looking at his page directly. He had one of the other sisters on his friends list, so I looked at her page, which had my friend. My friend had her mother's page which the other two didn't have. Anyways, I've added them all to my list.
I sent a message to my friend a few days ago, and we've exchanged a few messages. She said that she's still married but now with two kids (last I had known she only had one), and she works as a home health nurse for 5 elderly women.
A little background on her... She moved into my town when we were 13 with her mom, grandparents, and three siblings. We were both tomboy-ish so we were instantly drawn together cuz most tomboys don't want to hang out with the girly-girls. Acutally calling her a tomboy is an understatement. She was a boy in a girl's body. We spent all the time we possibly could together hanging out. Our younger brothers even became best friends, and one of her younger sisters had a major crush on my brother.
When we were almost 16, her grandparents and mom decided to move to run from massive debts they had built up. I kept in touch with her until we were 18. She got pregnant at 17 (or maybe she was already 18), and after giving birth, she and the guy got married. I went to her wedding, but after that we had less and less contact. Once I was almost 20, we had no contact whatsoever because we both got so involved in our own lives.
After a while I got curious about her, so I started trying to search for her. I looked at online court documents, did every possible free people search, and searched myspace and facebook, but I could never find out where she or her family were. She apparently made her myspace account several months ago, but I have no idea what name she used. I checked her maiden name and married name and her page never come up.
Friend #4
The other long-lost friend I found this week is the strangest thing out of all four. She was my roommate during my first year of college. We would have remained roommates during our second year, but I decided to transfer to a school closer to home (which is a whole different story). I talked to her once or twice near the end of our second year, and she told me that she was working as a stripper, which blew me away because when I lived with her she was a very Christian virgin. In the year after I left the college, she transformed into a stripper. I still can't believe it.
I've also spent years trying to find her. I found a couple speeding tickets on her, but never really found any real information. I've been on her sister's facebook list for quite a while. I asked her sister about her a couple years ago and I got a very vague response from the sister about how she really didn't know where she was.
This week suddenly the ex-roommate showed up in the "People you may know" thing on facebook. I was so happy, so I added her. Yesterday I sent her a message asking how she's been and I said I hope her life has been better than mine has been in the last 5 years. She replied by saying, "It's been mad, that's how. F***ing mad! I've got stories that would curl your hair. Take your most outrageous soap opera and multiply the drama by an exponent of 253. Such are the plot twists that have been." I sent another message saying that I wasn't so sure about that 'cuz I've had a lot of drama and I explained a little of what's happened. She was then like "yeah you win in the drama department." She then typed up a message detailing her life since I last talked to her. I copy and pasted it into Word so I could exactly how long it was and it was over 1,000 words so it was a massive note.
In her note she said that she had gotten together with a guy right after I left the college, she quit school after a while and moved in with him. She started stripping and he was waiting tables, and they were barely making it by financially. The both sank into a deep depression. Her super Christian parents found out that she was living with the guy and stripping, and they showed up to drag her out of the apartment but she stayed with the guy and stopped talking to her family which explains the weird conversation I had with her sister. The guy quit college, but pretended he was still going to school so she wouldn't know he quit.
When things were at their worst, she met an attorney and fell in love immediately. She and the first guy split up, and then she found out that the attorney was actually married and had been lying to her. Surprisingly he left his wife for her, but that relationship was really bad also. Then one day she found out the first guy committed suicide mainly because he had never gotten over her. That basically broke her mentally. The attorney dumped her when she got really bad. After trying to kill herself, someone (not sure exactly who) had her committed for a little while.
Now she's living with her sister whose husband is in the military and gone until May. She's dating a new guy who's a ... in her own words ... "dirt poor musician/actor whose death wish both fascinates and horrifies me. Sometimes I have to fight not to scream, upon listening to his darker music, his confessions of self-hatred, or catching glimpses of past and present substance abuse." She said she realizes it's probably not the best thing for her because he's really similar to the ex who killed himself, but you can never help who you love.
After reading that, I couldn't believe any of it. She was always so secure, so stable when I lived with her. I think her Christian faith was strong enough until she was 20 that it kept her together, but something changed, maybe when she met the guy.
It all sounded so much like me. I went through a similar transformation when I was 19-20. I was a super Christian virgin also until I left that college. I lost my faith in God and slowly began to crumble. Once I met my ex-husband, everything crashed in. The moral of her and my stories I guess is that no matter what religion you are, that belief in a higher power helps a lot. Not having faith in anything makes you very breakable, for a lack of a better word.
So anyways after reading her long-ass message, I sent her an even longer one telling her all about my life including the fact that I spent a month going to a mental health facility myself. I thought maybe if I told her about that and my struggles with depression that she might not feel quite so alone in her problems.
































