A Rough Week

I am bonding with my rat very nicely, but I think that is the only part of my week that has gone smoothly.

First off, Jacquie insisted that I take class with the intermediate 2 class Tuesday through Friday. Normally I take intermediate 1, though for the summer I am taking the adult beg/intermediate. I was really nervous because the girls in intermediate 2 are really good dancers and I'm...not...but to be honest it's not as hard as I thought it was going to be. I know she isn't being as hard on me as the other girls but I'd like to venture out and say that I'm actually improving. Apparently, if I work really hard she'll permanently move me up to inter. 2 but for the fall I'll be in split levels.

In other news...friends are complicated. Ryan finally completely fell off the deep end. He'd been treating all of us like crap, mostly Breezy, but it finally reached on all time high Tuesday night. He spent the first half of the night crying his eyes out because he knew Breezy was going to break up with him. I sat and listened and tried to explain to him that he needed to talk with a counselor because the issues he is trying to face are too big for us to help him with.

Well...Breezy heard some of the things he said and took off running. As soon as Ryan heard her he jumped up and chased her down to the nearby elementary school. Alex ran between the two of them. I got up and debated whether it was my place to intervene or not. Finally as I stood at the end of Mark's driveway and could hear them yelling from the school I decided to walk over. It was two in the morning.

Ryan had tackled Breezy and was lying on top of her. She was yelling at him to get off of her, Alex was yelling that if Ryan didn't get off he was going to call 911, and Ryan was yelling that he loved Breezy and would go to jail for her.

I didn't understand why I was able to do this-but I yelled at Ryan to get off, grabbed Breezy's arms and pulled her out as he rolled over. I do not understand why Ryan listened to me. Every time I think about it it bothers me. I don't know if I believe in miracles but I can't think of another explanation. I spent most of the night praying for some wisdom to deal with Ryan.

While Ryan rolled over and screamed/cried and Alex called 911, I grabbed her shoulders and walked her back to Mark's house. I started crying and she started laughing, then I started laughing and she started crying and then we both started laughing and crying at the same time.

The police arrested Ryan and put him in detox for the night. The next morning he showed up at Mark's but thankfully Mark sent him away. I don't ever want to be friends with him again.

Hopefully next week isn't so rough.