One of the things I rarely post about is drama. We’ve all, at least, seen it on the internet. Some of us sit by and watch it quietly. Others choose to jump in, feet first, into the pool that we’re not familiar with, throwing insults back and fourth at strangers that we’ll never likely see again. Then there’s the dramas we don’t want to be a part of. Dramas that happen and we don’t intend for them to happen. Usually they’re between a friend and ourselves, and the end result is a drama-riffic ending to a friendship.

The latter happened to me this year when the Eagles came to town.

Although the friendship that I had was failing fast, since I was her scapegoat, I still associated with this woman out of habit. I was keeping a good record of her lies about me and I don’t really know what I was going to do with them all. Who was I going to give them to? It seemed pointless to make a website about her and put up all of this information. Most of the people she dealt with online were as insane as she was. Then there were the lies she told me. She didn’t even respect me enough to not lie to me on a daily basis.

One of her more epic lies was that she had been married to Don Henley of The Eagles, in the mid-80s to the mid-90s. Now, I know Wikipedia isn’t the best source, but when this lie first reared its ugly head, she claimed the marriage was hushed up by the Eagles themselves in exchange for her not to sue Don for child support. So all these fan sites around the web for The Eagles and Don Henley didn’t include her marriage to him because of a legal issue. The same goes for Wikipedia. Alright. Fine. Whatever. I asked about her kid, who was born in 1990 or 1991, I believe 1991 because she was 12. I’ve seen pictures of the girl and she really resembles her mother. I made a comment that she looked nothing like Don, and the woman replied that Don wasn’t the girl’s biological father. What followed next really shook me, emotionally.

Apparently, Don Henley was abusive to this woman during their marriage from 1984-1995. He beat her. He forced her to give him oral sex. He forced anal sex on her. He tied her up for days and left her, pregnant, with no food or water. He beat her worse when she became pregnant, and her excuse was that he always told her not to get pregnant, and how she had been pregnant before and aborted their son. So who was this girl’s father? Well, one of the guitarists for the Eagles was the only other person who knew what Don was doing to this poor woman. Glenn Frey. Glenn walked in on Don beating the life out of this woman and he intervened, stopped the abuse for a few minutes, and then Don beat him up. Allegedly, this is why Glenn Frey left the Eagles. Soon after, Glenn would come and comfort her and one thing led to another and they had sex. Her daughter was what resulted from that sex since Don had been denying her her birth-control pills.

To be fair, I did some research on Don’s love life, and from 1986-1995 he wasn’t married. That was documented. Ok. So they weren’t officially married. Having touch with the music scene, I know that many famous musicians are abusive and they almost never marry their partners. So I believed her. Even to this day, on Wikipedia, there is nothing about Don being married during 84-95. Then he marries a woman named Sharon.

For the sake of friendship, I let this slide. Although it was something she brought up frequently, I pretty much ignored it when she brought it up, I would ask random questions, like, what Eagles songs were about her, since she was supposedly dating Don since before the Eagles were founded, or if he’d ever released any songs during his solo career that were about her. She’d tell me, “Oh [this one] is about me.” and then claim Don would release a song about her to make up for the physical abuse he bestowed on her. Nearly every day, for seven years, I’d be reminded that I couldn’t be mad at her for lying about me–Don’s physical abuse made her mentally ill and caused her to physically abuse herself. Many times I asked her why she didn’t just go to seek psych help. She would always reply that sobriety and psychiatry weren’t for her. Every time she would be expected to take responsibility for lying about me or sicking her mentally unstable friends on me, which resulted in the suspension of a six year journal, domain theft, and other drama, she would bring up her mental illness and the fact that she couldn’t go on meds to help her. She used the excuse that she and Glenn couldn’t support their child together, so could I send her $500? Why did I pay my phone bill/credit card bill/internet TV bill when she could have used that money?

This all came apart at the seems this year when the Eagles had two concerts here at the BOK Center. One day I seen this woman online and IMed her as usual. I told her the Eagles were having a call-in radio show locally before their concert here and I was going to call Don personally and tell him I thought she was too good for him. I was also going to ask why Glenn refused to pay child support to her and why that was any of Don’s business. This is when she freaked out. She told me if I called Don bad things would happen. I said he couldn’t reach me through the phone and he didn’t know where she was, so what could possibly happen? I was fibbing a little on the Eagles being on a radio show. They weren’t. The radio stations were playing their songs all day in spirit of the upcoming sold out concert that night.

Within minutes of me telling her that I was calling Don, the police showed up at my door. They told me they’d gotten a call that a pregnant woman inside was suicidal and taking extremely high doses of narcotics. I laughed and said the only pregnant being on the property was a lone guppy I had bought from the pet store, and she wasn’t suicidal.

A few minutes later, more cops showed up. There was a meth lab report. Alright.

Then animal control showed up. Abused dogs on the premises.

All this time, I kept my AIM window open and she was IMing me. “Are you alright? Are you ok? Why aren’t you answering me?” she also called me a few times on my cell phone, but it was on silent and I didn’t hear it. All the while, she was assuming I was too busy with the cops and animal control officers to call Don on the radio while she called all the radio stations looking for the Eagles radio call ins here.

Finally, I answered her IMs with, “I’m not answering you because I’m talking to Don. He doesn’t know what you’re talking about. He’s denying even knowing you.”
Her: “Your a fucking liar. the Eagles probably aren’t even there. There not on any radio show!”
me: “I’m a liar? Rox, you’ve lead me on for years that you were an abuse victim of Don Henley’s. That you were in hiding from him. That you had a child with Glenn Frey. That you had a severe mental illness from the abuse and you were broke all your life because you couldn’t work because of the mental illness. I sent you money and gifts thinking I was helping out someone else, an abuse victim. But now I don’t think you’re an abuse victim. I don’t think you have a mental illness. I think you’re insane and sneaky because you’re a drug addict and a raging alcoholic and the syphilis you got from the fifteen men you screw nightly at random bars you go to has eaten up the part of your brain that tells you that your behaviour towards me these past few years is inhumane. Bye.”

With that I blocked her permanently on AIM. I’ve gotten word from my friends that she has been online all of three times since then, and she mentioned me every time. With my brother-in-law asked her about Don Henley’s abuse and her child with Glenn Frey, she suddenly signed off and has never contacted him since.

And you know what? It was worth it.