Oy. Vey ist meir. UPDATE:
Where was he? He was in jail because there were a few little things left to pay, and he didn't have the cash. Rather than trust his wife-to-be with that information so that she could help decide how to solve the problem, he hooked up with some old friends, and hit the streets to sell drugs. Another friend of his needed help, so he let him help sell. The friend started a deal with undercovers, and my friend's fiance made the cops as cops and tried to shut the deal down. The helping friend got greedy, and sold nearly all their holdings to the cops. They were, for reasons I cannot now remember, unable to escape the scene, and were arrested. He was too ashamed to call my friend and tell her what he'd done, and where it landed him. Our investigation involved following the calls made from his cell phone, and the GPS location of the phone. This is what made us believe at the time that the fiance had never intended to show for the wedding. As it turns out, he'd passed his phone off to an acquaintance before he was arrested. We were following a bad lead.
Anyway. They fought they got back together, we all urged harder than ever for her to leave him alone. We pointed to his poor judgment, his deceit, and his history of disappearing on her. (He disappeared many times when they were dating.) They got back together. They set a second date. He bailed again. We, her friends, were so distraught! She's such a nice person. How anyone could be so cruel to her is beyond our comprehension. This time, we searched the prison system for him, using his ID number given him by NYS Dept. of Corrections. He was not in jail or prison in New York. We never did find out where he went. However, he did eventually come back, very sick.
In truth, he'd been sick before the first wedding. I forget what's wrong with him, but he could not always walk the steps to their apartment. He couldn't be carried either, he's 6'5" and very muscular and heavy.So, he'd taken to spending a lot of nights at the home of a relative with no steps. During that time, my friend lost track of him again. She found him in a hospital, but since they were not married, the hospital would not release information to her, and he wasn't strong enough for visitation. For some reason, his relatives would not talk to her. He disappeared again, this time for a couple of years.
He recently came back, and asked her to move down south with him. She did. I would like to visit her, now that she lives so close, but how do I sit in his vicinity and remain calm, and civil? How do I sit in her living room, and sleep in her guest bed, and eat her food without telling her how frightened I am? I'm so afraid for her. I'm so tired of him making her suffer, and so tired of her letting him!