It's over

It happened. I knew it would one day, my friendship with HER is over. I have such a tender spot for wounded animals and people I guess. I have over looked lies, to my face lies...the kind that hurt the most; not to mention drunken displays where I have begged and cried for her not to leave in such a state. I will never forget her birthday. She keeps reminding us, it's her birthday, and she deserves to have fun. When my boyfriend and I realize one way or another she is going to the bar, we just let her go. I pray she makes it down the stairs in heels..I wipe my tears and walk outside and can't find her. I go back upstairs and my cell phone rings, its HER. "Can you please come get me?" she slurs. "Where are you?" I ask. "I have fallen in the ditch across the street. I think I am bleeding too" We jump in the car and drive across the street, to find her with her knees bloody as hell, and she is even more determined we take her to the Pub. We go..because for some reason, I actually thought I could protect her. It's late, and I have to work the next day...so at midnight I tell her I need to go. She opens her purse, and wonders how water got in there, and starts buying a guy at the bar his drinks. Once again, I tell her how late it is, she tells me she will be just fine and I have no choice, I have to be at work early. My boyfriend's ex wife is an alcoholic, so he is more than ready to abandon the Pub, and go back to the apartment. He just got his first impression of HER, and he doesn't have a good feeling about this. The next day, she apologizes, saying it won't happen again. She acts embarrassed, and I let it go. I am not going to throw this up in her face. This does happen again, where she calls into work, saying she has a virus; and she sleeps all day. She has thrown up all day. She feels and looks like hell.
I got a phone call from a dear friend, three weeks or so ago. "I think your room mate is in jail" my friend says...I can hear the worry in her voice. "How do you know?" I ask. "Sorry to have to tell you this, but I saw her picture online, and if you go online, you can read all about it. "Thanks for calling me, I will get back with you" I tell her..and my chest tightens. That's what stress does to me. I go online..and there it is. Mug shot and all...she is even has a slight smile. Reason for arrest is listed as public intoxication. "Damn", I say to myself. I cannot believe this is happening. My thoughts are rushing around in my head, is she hurt? Whose gonna get her out? What do we do?  HER boyfriend bails her out, and her story to me is nothing that matches up with the arrest record online. HER boss calls me, and I have a bad feeling she won't have a job, but he overlooked her story and the fact that she had missed a week of work earlier. What a lucky break for her! No one where she works, wants HER job. And, yes, she is good at what she does. Fast forward a couple of weeks, and it's the week end..and I get the first of several emails and texts. I log into my facebook mail, and there it is, an email from HER. Written quite blunt, she states that if I hadn't figured it out by now, she was moving out of the apartment. I email her back, asking whats going on. It all goes to hell in the next a few hours. I got a rant about how I dump people, and asked why did I ask HER to move in with me? Funny thing is, she asked me, and I am the person who just HAS to help people or find stray animals a home; whether it bites me in the butt or not. She threatened me by text to sue me, and all her words were laced with heated hate. I could feel her anger. I finally asked her if she was drunk...she got offline. It's over now, and it's not that I can't or won't forgive her, I just can't be mistreated anymore. I have cried my last tear over this. Some people you can't help. My daughter gave me some great advice, "surround yourself with people that are uplifting, not the kind that bring you down"  Thanks Lauren, I think your advice is perfect.