So, remember this fucking mess?
*sigh* Here's what's happened since then...
Stan told her to leave. Cat wouldn't leave. Then, one glorious day, she decided to move out on her own accord, dropping him off at work and saying, "Oh yeah, I'm not going in today. I won't be there when you get home." He figured out that she was pulling the same stunt she did with her ex--taking her shit and leaving while he isn't home. Much drama ensued that day.
Once she left, Stan was SO FUCKING HAPPY. He had his own personal space again, he wasn't being shrieked at by a harpy all day, and he was happy to see the light of day again. But he kept on dating her because things "got better" once they weren't living together. Whatever, it's better than them living together.
Two months later, he drops the bomb on me that she's moving back in. Rather than shaking him like a baby, I listen and tell him it's an awful fucking idea. Then I just throw up my hands because, whatever, he's going to do what he's going to do and my input won't change that. But I can at least be around for support like I always have been. He assured me that she was in therapy, she would start paying toward rent and utilities, and blah blah blah.
Needless to say, she's the same drama-saturated, attention-whoring abuser she was from the beginning and he's back to being miserable. She's gone back to telling him that her needs are more important than his. And I'm running out of comforting things to say to him.
I was going to lightly involve myself because things were actually better when she moved back in the second time. I wanted to try to establish some kind of friendship with her so I could maybe help her stay mellow. She had just had a major falling out with the girl who she considered her best friend--who told her straight-up that she is a Bad Person. Immediately after, she sought therapy, which made me take her a tiny bit seriously. But she refused all my offers to go out or hang out at home with Stan. She's so crazy jealous of me and the friendship I have with Stan, EVEN THOUGH I WANT HER TO BE A PART OF IT, that she hates me for it. Rather than give me a chance as an actual person, she'd prefer to cling to her fixed image of me as this evil androgynous force that's threatening to stealz her manz. I give up.
Oh, and she walked from her room to the restroom completely bare-ass naked while Stan had a living room full of friends. She knew they were over, it's the reason why she was pissed off and hiding in the bedroom. She just wasn't getting the attention she wanted. But the only people who saw her were the two other girls present. After Stan talked to her about that shit, she comes out in a bathrobe and gives an apology in language that tells all of us that we aren't welcome and it's our fault that she's being an irrational naked bitch.
I'm stressed out for Stan but I'm done trying to help. There's nothing I can do. I only HOPE that she is still in therapy but it's doubtful from what Stan has told me lately.