Best friend has herpes. Now what the f$@k do I do? part 2

I stated in the last blog that I've had a really hard time accepting the fact that my best friend's cheating boyfriend gave her herpes. This isn't just any old STD, once you get herpes you've got it; you can't take a pill or go get surgery and make it go away.

One of the things that just pisses me off is when my best friend goes around trying to convince everyone she's told that she's ok. She keeps stating these famous peope we've heard of like Robin Williams who also have the disease. But when I hear her say these things I can't try to hide the fact that I think the only person she is really trying to convince is herself. I know my best friend. She's a girl that has probably never had to struggle by herself in her life. When something comes along that challenges her or forces her to grow up quickly she immediately crouches in behind the nearest loved one and asks them if they could fight her battles for her.

Lately that person has been me. But now I realize that I can't fight this battle for her. I can't keep making her doctors appointments or making up excuses for her parents when they call and ask why their daughter's insurance bill has come back saying she's been to the hospital twice this month. I can't be her hero or her mom-away-from-home anymore, my best friend has to learn how to rely on herself.

I know probably the hardest thing about all of this will be learning to forgive her jackass boyfriend; the one that's responsible for giving her this disease. The first week...actually that first day that we found out and I immediately called him at the emergency room and told him what happened he ran like a punk ass. He was gone for almost a week. I called him...my best friend called him; but he didn't pick up his phone. And when he did he immediately needed to go to some 'meeting' or some 'family emergency'. I was beyond pissed. I wanted to kick his ass and good.

My friend would sit around crying talking about, "he doesn't love me", and "what did I do to deserve this" all while her boyfriend was nowhere to be found. It was during this time that I started to do everything for her. Now I know that I should've been there for her but I should've let my best friend find her own way thru this.

A week later her punk ass boyfriend showed up. He called and said he wanted to come by. Immediately I protested. For one reason right now my best friend is staying with me and for him to come by would mean that I might see him. At that time I knew that if I saw him I would kick his ass. I told my best friend that he wasn't allowed in my place and if she wanted him to come by they should go and talk at the park across the street from my complex.

I guess she must've told him what I said and I guess he didn't take my threat too seriously. Which must be the reason why I saw that punk ass negro standing in my doorway that evening. I went off. Now my best friend is saying that her boyfriend is scared of me. To be honest I really don't care but she says that I should really ive him a second chance since he came back. SINCE HE CAME BACK!!! I think that the punk should've never left.

After typing all of this I KNOW that I'm too involved. Last thoughts coming in Part 3.