Longtime friends had visited twice this summer. We were a foursome of best friends with each other during our marriage.
The husband called at the end of his rope over his frustration over his wife's continuing increasingly dangerous prescription drug abuse ready to divorce her, angry to the point of blaming God for losing his best friend.. just pure anger. He was done done done.
Guess what I did. The big 'oops'. Tried to fix it, tell him what to do. Have an intervention with a professional. Know his boundaries, what the consequences would be. Suggested he get counseling for himself.. that he was destined to keep living the same life over and over until he learned how to be healthy.
Finally I just hushed, let him vent.
Dang.. it sure is hard not to don the 'fixer' role.
