True friends, I believe, are few and far between, so when any one of them is having a problem, I want nothing more than to make it all better for them. My circle of friends is quite small despite popular belief. Yes, I do have many acquiantances and I am pretty popular where I work, but I would still consider only a handful true friends.
When Schmitty called me last night and left me a message on my voicemail regarding his breakup with his fiance, my heart sank for him. As you will recall from this post I already had reservations about their pending nuptuals, but who I am to shit on anyone's parade? I was happy that he was happy even though I already knew that it wasn't going to work.
Schmitty is a great guy - he's the first guy you want to have your back in a lot of situations. He's a good listener, he's funny, cute and an all around good friend. So when I heard this news I was devestated for him - not surprised, but devestated that my friend, someone I care about, has to hurt. I only want the best for those I care about. I only want to see them smile and if, god forbid, something bad does in fact occur, I want to be there for them in any shape, matter or form.
My friends ask me for advice all the time and I try to play devil's advocate and get them to see things in a different light so that if life throws them a curveball they are at least somewhat prepared. Once I say my peace, I have their back no matter what their decision is because that's what friends are supposed to do. They are not there to make you feel like an asshole for making a bad choice - life is full of choices, not all of them are going to be good.
I had told Schmitty that when the time came, he would have to be honest with himself and I have a feeling that may have helped to soften this newest blow. Last night when he was on the phone with Kenny (yes, Kenny and Schmitty are good friends) he apparently was not distraught and whining like a bitch. He seemed to be pretty collected over this event, angry yes, upset of course, but still Kenny said he had his wits about him.
By time I left Kenny's house it was past 10:00 and I am not in the business of calling friends that late - well unless I'm loaded because that's my excuse. I did however text him and told him that I did not ignore his message, I got the story from Kenny, but that I loved him, I supported him and I would talk to him sometime today.
Its sad when one of our friends or loved ones goes through an ordeal like this. NO one died, no one cheated on the other, it just fell apart. In the long run this is what is best and I'm sure he will eventually see it like that. I wish I could wave my magic wand and make it better for him. He wanted nothing more than to be a police officer, get married and have a life with someone special.