No, the dude took her and startd calling her worthless friend (her friend has ditched her before), when she didn't answer he called me. She couldve stayed at this bouncers house. He said he knew her (grad high school together) kept telling me that he wasn't harming her in anyway and what not. I'm asking you to judge me on leaving her at this friends house(when he clearly didn't want her there) vs having her psycho mom pick her up and bitch at her nonstop.
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"Did I do the right thing?"

Can you cup your balls with one hand?

You guys and your woman problems. Sheesh!

You know what you did wrong here Dunit?

Posted this stupid question.

You did the right thing and I'm defending the "bitch" mom too. Why is she a bitch for getting on her stupid **** 22 year old daughter for getting soused at a bar, throwing up all over the place so bad her mom has to come get her?
This is why people this young or at least of this mentality shouldn't get married or have kids. Too ****ing selfish, stupid and no perspective or common sense. Wait until you are in your forties or fifties and get a call at 2AM from a bar. You'll want to kill the so-called "adult" that's lying in his/her vomit.
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Heh, been there. I'll make this very easy...CUT THE CORD AND MOVE ON! If you don't, you will end up getting back together with this "project" at some point and not only will this person not change, but you may wake up with your balls on fire some night.

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Hell I've gotten lazy enough I wouldn't drive 2 miles for a drunken ex, even if I knew there was sex involved. :shake:

I wouldn't call that "lazy," I would call that SMART.

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was doing this pig in Cali back in my trucking days, same shit. Get drunk, get in trouble, usualy telling me off on the phone etc.... get sober cry and go on.
Until I finally realised, it's real easy to ignore someone living OVER an hour away from me. 6000miles just made it that much eaiser ;)

Easy cowboy, this is JOhn were talking about :D

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Dunit, did you have any other alternatives than to call her mom? Because I'm not sure what else you were supposed to do. Plus, she should have been a little more aware of herself than to just pass out and throw up without anyone around to help her out. Not that she deserves it, but as long as her mom doesn't beat her, then she can handle the consequences of her mom chewing her out for her actions.

Cum on, quite bullshitting. There wasn't a Taco John's on the way and that's the real reason you stayed in, just own it.

I had almost this exact same thing happen to me. THe difference was I was still dating the girl at the time and her mom couldn't drive so I "had" to go pick her up. Some dude took her to his house (I guess a friend from high school) and she was making all kinds of noise and waking up his family. So he called me because the only word her drunk ass could pronounce was my name. So I went to get her (only a 20 minute drive) and I was going to take her back to my place to sleep it off but, like your ex, she was an obnoxious drunk and wouldn't go upstairs because she didn't have her purse (which was left in the bar that was now closed). She wouldn't go home because she lived with her mom, and like your ex's mom would have given her shit up one way and down the other (as she should). So I drove around and played soft music till she fell asleep, called her mom up and told her I was bringing her. I pulled into the driveway really slowly and as soon as I parked she woke up and freaked out but by the time her mom had the door open and was already getting her out (she couldn't stand up on her own). I went inside and we sat her down on the sofa. As her mom is yelling at her she gave me this look like "Save yourself...RUN" so I took off. The girl chased after me, crashing into every square inch of wall to the door, but I slammed the door in her face and took off. Did I mention this all happened on Christmas night?

We broke up of course, but several months later resumed a very frequent booty call relationship that I was quite content with. That lasted about a year and a half until I met my fiance.