Reasonless Relationships.

My gay BFF has changed. Ever since he's been in a relationship, his phone is permanently attached to either his ear or his hand. The conversations are always the same, too. "You're not making time for me," or talking about the details of some guy one of them used to be involved with, in order to be fully "open" and "communicative" with one another. I don't think their methods are entirely healthy. I think their relationship has changed them, perhaps for the better in some ways, but in a lot of ways for the worse. Who am I to judge, though? From the outside looking in, I can only tell but so much. Ultimately, I am concerned only with their happiness. If my BFF tells me he is happy, I take his word for it, and can only be here for him when and if he decides he is not.

Everybody changes at least a little when they enter a relationship. Compromise is commonplace. However, I have seen some relationships which do nothing but demolish and destroy everything in its path -- relationships that are nothing less than unhealthy and offensive.

My straight ex-BFF now lives in a world only occupied by himself and his controlling Asian girlfriend. He's let it get to a point where she screams at him and throws things at the back of his head as a form of expressing her frustration. She can delegate who can and cannot come to his parties, regardless of what she knows about them in real life, if anything at all. She can, and has, forced him to cut off friendships that existed way before she was ever even an integral part of his life. What's sadder, her behavior, the fact that she thinks it's okay, or the fact that he accepts it?

Why do relationships like this exist? Who can honestly take your love and appreciation for each other seriously when 98% of your interactions are dysfunctional and laced with ill will? Despite judging their relationship from the outside looking in, naturally, their situation speaks for itself. He is losing friend after friend, along with the respect of those who come in contact with him and his hellacious "other half." It makes me sad to think of how he's changed, and how "stuck" he seems to be. Nobody moves until they're forced to. When something seems good, people become complacent. I don't advocate a quitter's mentality, because break-ups are not always the solution. Problems can be ironed out. But when the problems supersede any ounce of goodness in the relationship that once existed, what are you together for?