Let’s just say my best friend is brutal…

Her last boyfriend seemed like a good guy. But something was just off about him. I couldn’t put my finger on it, so I told her “be careful with this one; he’s hiding something.”

Turns out, he was an active heroin addict. That’s what was up. It takes one to know one, so no wonder I was uneasy around him. Once you’re in recovery, you can spot another user a mile away.

She came home from work one day, and found her TV, her jewelry, and her home entertainment system gone. All the cash in her desk was gone, too; about $500. She was livid. I’ve never seen her like that before or since. She could’ve sent him to jail. She could’ve had some friends give him a beat down.

Instead, she started sleeping with his DAD. As often and as obviously as she could. The ex boyfriend had to go home and face her, sitting on the sofa, snuggled up with his father. He had to listen to them having loud sex every day. She stuck the dagger in farther by saying “Hey, wouldn’t it be neat if I became your stepmother?”

The relationship with his dad fizzled out, but not before she had reduced her ex to a groveling pile of heartbreak. Needless to say, she got a new TV, more jewelry, and a new entertainment system.