Oh boo. It’s the last day of #scintilla, and this makes me sad. I really really hope that the crew does it again soon.

So today’s final prompt:

Prompt A: Talk about a time when you intervened. What prompted you? Did you regret it?

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So, a lot of my friends will tell you that I am a very protective person by nature. I am very protective of my friends and family, and will stick up for them if provoked, even if some of them won’t do the same for me. I don’t know why I continually do this, but it’s just my nature. I am also very blunt. That’s both a blessing and a curse.

In this instance, I was living in Phoenix. My good friend had just found out that her hubby had been cheating on her with one of our other friends. We came to also find out that the friend was pregnant with his kid, and when the divorce was finalized, they up and got married. Additionally, this person was also married at the time to ANOTHER friend of ours (who’s now happily married with 2 kids to another good friend of ours).

So me, being the very protective friend that I am, took it upon myself to send this friend a message on Myspace and really give her a piece of my mind. You see, I am probably not the best at confrontation, but when it comes to messages, I can be a gigantic bitch when I have something to hide behind. I am working on that by the way, not being afraid of confrontation. Anyway, so I sent her a big long message about how she was an awful person for hurting her alleged best friend the way she did by going around her back with her husband. The main point of the messages was this though:

Your vagina is not a clown car.

The Duggar Family

And this was a running gag between the group of us, and still is. Because, well, it just is. I personally think that anyone who’s got more than one kid with more than one dad has some issues, but it’s their choice, and I won’t infringe on that, or intervene. But when it comes to the happiness of a friend who’s life is being torn down by the decisions of another friend, I take action. They don’t call me the bodyguard for nothing.

**DISCLAIMER: I am not downing people who have a kid with someone they break up with, and then have another kid with a new husband. There’s a difference between that and what I’m talking about. I hope you all understand what I mean. I don’t want any pitchforks coming at me. 

Do I regret it? Absolutely not. This person added me on Facebook a while back, and seems to have patched up a lot of broken friendships (included the ones she hurt, like her ex husband), but unfortunately for her, she couldn’t repair ours. I let her lurk around my Facebook for a couple weeks and then she pissed me off so I blocked her.

If you hurt my friends, expect me to come after you accordingly.

scintilla project day eleven intervention intervene friends confrontation