Dear Ride Monkey Abby, I have a good friend who in the last year has had a kid, his mother in law is going to the grave, he's bought a house and his whole world is sort of in the crapper. Before all of this he was the true salt of the earth, give you the shirt off his back, drink you under the table, roll with the madness best sort of friend. Fast forward one year, and he is no longer that guy. One of the biggest things with him as of late is his wife. For lack of a nicer way of putting it, she's a cunt. She uses the kid as leverage against him all the time. Baby pukes? She throws a fit, damn near throws him the kid, and stomps up stairs. She unfit to raise a gold fish, much less a kid. Everyone told him that marrying her was an assload of a bad idea, but she must have a quimm lined with gold or something, because he was so smitten there was no fixing it. She has a mother getting ready to get into the grave in the next few months, and due to her family being about as ****ed as the Kennedys, she is out taking care of her mother, typically loading him with the kid and taking care of her work load. However, when she wants something, i.e. to go to some friends she hasn't seen as opposed to letting him make it out to a boy's night he set up, he folds like a cheap tent in a rain storm to her. Its gotten out of hand. With all of this, at what point do the lads and I say "its been real, its been fun, but it hasn't been real fun" and let him find his own road? His constant bailing, whining, and being on the world's record shortest leash makes him no longer fun to be friends with. I'm sort of the last hold out from dropping him all together just because he has been a friend to me when the chips were down. The rest of the guys no longer even bother to call, because really how many times do you want to hear "oh the Mrs. already has us doing something" or "she had to go to her mom's again and I've got the kid." Am I being a dick for thinking its time for him to walk his own road with this?