First stop disasterville

I had dinner with some friends tonight that are in a one of those relationships when you can see the train wreck coming. You know the ones. Where the people are constantly snipping at each other like bitches in heat. The relationships that never end on good terms because the friendship is gone, and all they are left with is how they used to feel about each other. I never thought that D and I would end like that. We were each other's friends till the bitter end, or at least he pretended he was my friend until the very last moment and then he couldn't pretend anymore. It is interesting though that it is possible to see the wreck that is awaiting my friends and know the inevitable and yet I was so willing to turn a blind eye to the train wreck that had become my life. I literally did not think about the other woman, EVER. I did not question the fact that his lies to her could so easily be his lies to me. I let my anxiety about losing him rule my life. The anxiety might even have been worse than the reality but the ruling is still out on that one.
The point that I am really trying to make is that why does such clarity come when looking at another person's life? I joke with one friend of mine a lot about how we should make each other's decisions, and the truth is if she made my decisions for me I wouldn't be in this mess now. But unfortunately that is not the way the world works and I made bad decisions on my own accord. Having done that now though I have this urge to warn the important people in my life heading towards this obvious crash. I desperately want to yell "STOP"! Look around and see that this train has blown right through disasterville and is moving straight on to Godjustshitonyou town. Maybe if I had looked up to read the signs once in a while I might have missed he'lleaveuwhileyouarepregnant municipality, cheatingonyourwife district, and thisguyisaloser village. Oh well, c'est la vie.