” A true friend embosoms freely, advises justly, assists readily, adventures boldly, takes all patiently, defends courageously and continues a friendship unchangeably. ”
– William Penn –
A friend came to my door step in tears early this morning, I was still in my pajamas with my unruly hair when I opened the door. I figured out that she came to me to seek comfort, so I told her to have a seat in the dining area, have some coffee and wait for me, while I clean up and get dressed.
Looks like my lady friend’s having some marital problems. She got into a huge argument with her husband cause of her stepchildren. I was very much aware that this so called marriage was a disaster waiting to happen. I have this gut feeling from the start, and I’ve tried talking my friend out of this misery. But she dared not listen to my kind advice as she was in love. The husband use to work for this luxury cruise ship. He then ran away and was an illegal alien for a couple years; till she met my friend. They got married in Reno and now the husband can legally stay in America. Typical story, if you ask me.
But forgive me for being one sided. You see my friend has been busting her behind working day in and day out at the hospital (she’s a nurse); even requesting for more overtime. And what is the husband doing? Watching football and DVD’s at home. I swear, I told my friend that I have no problem practicing my target shooting skills on him. And this is not the end of my friends misery, she said she now owes almost $12K in credit card bills. And guess who made most of those purchases? And what does the guy have to say to this, pay it for now and I’ll pay you later! How convenient for him, huh? There’s also the stepchildren who are lazy bombs, who won’t do any home chores and couldn’t hold a job for even a month. And yet they have cellphones, laptops, Ipods and designer clothes; all courtesy of my friends credit card. Then there’s also the domestic violence, whenever my friend would ask her husband about his job search. He would suddenly spark an argument and start hurting my friend by either slapping, choking or hitting her head on the wall. And she has every proof, I took some pictures of her bruises and marks on her arm, neck and face. I look at my friend and almost cried seeing her hurt, all frail and helpless. I was seriously considering beating the living crap of her husband! I don’t think my friend deserve such harsh and inhumane treatment, moreso from her so called husband. Seeing her hurt, is like inflicting me harm as well. That is how much I love her as a friend!
Anyhow, I think my gilrfriend has finally hit her head hard on the wall and woke up from her long nightmare. What she thought was a happy marriage was nothing but fools gold. Obviously, she was used (for a green card) and abused over and over again for money and convenience. We’ve heard this all before, whenever her husbands all drunk and partying with his friends. He had the nerve to brag that marrying my friend was like winning a lottery. Grrrrr, the nerve! But finally, she’s decided to leave him for good and has asked for my help finding a good divorce lawyer. And we didn’t have to look far, I phoned my aunt right away to pay her a visit at her house.
Base on the facts stated by my friend, my aunt said that there’s a lot of grounds to dissolve the marriage. Just the domestic violence alone is enough, add to that the financial burden he has caused her. According to my aunt, her husband and his children may even end up getting deported back to the Philippines. Since the guys probationary period hasn’t elapsed. And if my friend files legal charges, no doubt the husbands going bye bye, Miss American Pie! After a good hour of discussion, we decided that it’s time she head home and take care of business. It’s time to kick his husbands behind on the curb!
So with evidences at hand, we decided to go to the nearest police station and file a report. We were then escorted by two cops to her house, so the guy can leave the premises of her home along with his abusive spoiled children (mind you, they’re already 18 and 20 years old); who all made my friends life miserable. As expected, the guy and his kids made a scene. But eventually calmed down and started begging her for forgiveness. What a bunch of jerks! But my friend has made up her mind, enough is enough. It took about two hours for them to leave, while the husband was taken by the cops. Finally, my friend was able to breath and take hold of her life.
I gave her a big hug and a big pat on the back for doing the right thing. She smiled and we ended hugging each other again. She said that she probably wouldn’t be able to do all these if not for my help. But honestly, she did everything on her own; I was just there for moral support. And offering her a hand was the very least I can do for her kindness and friendship. She’s a dear friend and many times, I too, have cried to her and not even once has she turned her back on me. So, now that she needs a crying shoulder and a good helping hand. Who am I to say no? Which reminds me of something my mother use to say — don’t look upon friendship as an opportunity. Consider it more as a wonderful responsibility.