This story takes place almost 6 years ago, I was a sophmore in high school. I went to a school of about 10k students, so my best friend, we'll call her Kate, and I were relatively unnoticed. Around this time I was in therapy for exhibiting ASPD symptoms, more or less it was that I had zero empathy, and I was completely apathetic. Kate was the opposite of my, she also had no empathy, but she was emotionally invested in everything, and thrived entirely off of her ego. In my opinion, Kate's always been well groomed and attractive, though her taste in men is somewhat lacking.
Early into the year, she was obsessed with a boy, we'll call Alex. He was the most lackluster guy I've ever known, he was the human equivalent to white bread. He had no real hobby's aside from the chest club and the anime club, and since Kate was quite abysmal with technology, she often sent me to internet stalk him. This was roughly 2013 to 2014, and smart phones were pretty common. Most of the people we knew had them, and low and behold, Alex did. I had a fake Instagram and Twitter, just to follow his every post and move, on her behalf.
I had no particular interest in him, but as her friend, I complied. I found Alex to be the blandest person alive, but out of loyalty to my friend, I'd send her updates verbatim when it came to whatever he posted.
Around Halloween, she sent me text updates about following him home, and had some idea about spending Halloween night under the cover of a full street, stalking him. I supported her in this endeavor, and went to the effort of helping her procure a costume that would keep her identity private.
Halloween night wasn't something I witnessed myself, but Kate told me about it the next morning. Apparently, she went to stalk him, as planned. Come to find out, he was hosting a party, or his friend was but it was at his house. He lived in a nice neighborhood, and with the hundred plus party goers, she managed to get inside. Alex ended up making out with a girl during the party, of whose real name I never knew, so I won't name her, just in case. She'll just be G. Well, as you can probably assume, Kate didn't like that G was receiving the affection she didn't deserve. That night, Kate didn't harm G, instead she drugged and coerced Alex into unprotected erm, relations, with her.
Alex didn't really even know who she was when she told him she was pregnant. In fact, Alex had actually started seeing G, and the pregnancy announcement severed their relationship. Around New Years, Kate and Alex got together, and prepared to have the child. Kate was sixteen, and Alex was seventeen. Neither or which was prepared to be a parent. This caused a lot of tension between them, and during a relationship break, Alex hooked up with G, which Kate found out from having her boyfriends phone password. Perhaps her reaction was a crime of passion, or perhaps it was calculated, but Kate hit G full on with a car a week later. She was never arrested, and G survived. She went directly over the windshield, and aside from a broken wrist and a lot of bruises, she was relatively unharmed. She didn't even have a concussion.
Alex and Kate ended up getting married this past year, and frankly I think Kate is the only interesting thing about him, and their two kids are just a symbol of that. Their kids are the only reason they're together, and I don't think Alex will ever leave, he knows Kate will kill him if he tries. He's not stupid.
How is their relationship? If it's toxic and she seems to get worse or stay the same you might wanna, you know, report her to the police. Or just tell her psychiatrist that she is violent. It's usually not good for people with obsessions to stay close to their obsession. And this could end in someone getting killed or severly injured, considering she has already possibly attemted murder.
I’ve only known her to be violent if she feels threatened in some form. As I’ve stated above, in more words, she essentially trapped him with not one but two kids, when they were never together in the first place. I neither support nor disagree with her choices as they were never mine to make. I’m simply telling the story, and I have zero intentions of ruining it for her as, deranged as it may be, she’s happy. As her friend that’s all that matters to me.