This is a weird one, and probably a bit of a pity party, but I don't know where to start.
I am divorced from an abusive, rapist ex husband.
We had a lot of mutual friends.
I have two friends in particular who still see a lot of him. One of whom has known him several decades, the other about 8 years.
I am fairly close to these two. One of them knows he's a rapist. I haven't disclosed that to the other one.
I am grateful for their friendship but one of them keeps hinting that I should talk to him again, that maybe one day we could be friends again. She's the one I haven't told about the rapes. The other one who does know about the rapes accepted a lift to a works thing with him over the weekend. I can't believe it. (We all work in a similar industry).
I can't tell these people what to do, of course not. And I wouldn't dream of making them them 'choose' me or him!
But how can I get over this sense of betrayal that I have that they still want to be friends with him knowing what an utter bastard he is.
There was a presentation given at a works thing last year about DA and half a dozen people came up to me afterwards and asked me if I was ok! These people are all aware that he is an utter bastard but still worship the fucking ground he walks on. It's laughable how they're all ' Oooh violent husbands are the worst' but then carry on with him like nothing ever happened, go off and drink tea and eat biscuits... He has the gall to post a long ramble on FB about how men should be good fathers/husbands/role models to their sons after Sarah Everard's murder.
Sorry if this is somewhat rambling. It was after this weekend that I felt particularly rotten.