Backdraft (n): an explosive event at a fire resulting from rapid re-introduction of oxygen to combustion in an oxygen-starved environment, for example, the breaking of a window or opening of a door to an enclosed space. Backdrafts present a serious threat to firefighters, even those with a high level of experience. (source: wikipedia.com)
The above is a metaphor for the relationship scenario I spoke of in Tuesday's blog. Myself and the friend are the firefighters, the relationship is the oxygen starved environment, and our breaking of the news most certainly caused a backdraft. So what to do now? Let the building burn. Maybe sell the rights to the story for a new episode of Rescue Me.
I've learned in my last twenty-some years that there are people who do not wish to be helped. You could tell them that jumping off a bridge is painful, but until they experience it for themselves they will disagree with you. This is one of those scenarios and it has all the makings of a good country song: lying, cheating, a girl's dream of the white picket fence, and ultimately heartache. Matter of fact, one country song in particular is dead on for the issue at hand. Carrie Underwood's "Good Girl" which I really didn't care for at first but it's growing on me.
Well, at the end of the day no one can say I didn't try. No one can say I didn't care. However, one thing is for sure. Situations like this cause a backdraft and everyone in close proximity gets burned.