Short story
A friend of mines threw a party. And when I say we partied, it had to be over 100 people at her house. I was exremely happy for her. When I tell you he use to whoop on her something terrible, he did. Words can not describe how he physically damaged her. She suffered from low self esteem, she was exremely overweight, etc. When we met, I was (and still am) a gym rat, so she would ask me questions on how to lose weight, etc. At that time, I had no idea what she was going through until I decided to call her one day to see how she was coming along with her workout routine.
Well, that is when I found out about the abuse. After many drinks and newport one hunnits and "it's going to work itself out...you'll know when you've had enough" type of speeches from me, she saw the light, but on her own time.
Girlfriend lost ALL that weight (after she finally put him out), got the divorce and chile, that party lasted all weekend long. Seriously.
Guess what?
What goes around, comes around. He's suffering for it now. (health wise and financially -- word is he has Cancer) Guess who he had to call on? Keep in mind they've been divorced for 5 years now.
Too late now...she basically told him to tell his story walkin chile....