"Beat Me and Abuse Me, I Love It."

G'morning Kids & Porn Stars... The above is a Quote that my mother ALWAYS says to me. She doesn’t say it towards me or anything I do, it’s usually when a friend is having a problem in a relationship, etc. She said it again this weekend.
I am emotionally and physically drained. My new friend at work, The OC, warned me to be careful because friends with problem usually drain the hell out of you. And she was SO right. Friday afternoon my friend called me to tell me they were sending her to the psychiatric hospital that night. I never heard from her that night, so I assumed they confiscated her cell phone, laptop, and wouldn’t allow her any communication with the outside world. I finally heard from her on Saturday. We talked for what felt like hours. She told me how dirty the place was and how they were mistreating her. (And it sounded like they were mishandling her case. It wasn’t just someone regretting what they had done…) She asked me to call her mother because she wanted to just get out of there. I didn’t think there was anything anyone could do, but I called her mom. I left a VM and waited for her to call back. Not too long after, my friend calls me 3 times and leaves 2 nasty VM’s on my cell – because I didn’t call her back quick enough, I guess. I felt used. She kept saying she never should have gone to the hospital. How she regretted what she had done. She never THANKED me for saving her life. Could she have died from an OD of Tylenol PM? I don’t know, but I think it’s possible. I offered her a free place to stay. I offered her my ear. I offered her my friendship with no strings; no nothing attached other than me being there for her. She seemed to be blaming me for her current conditions and accommodations. WTF? Then she gets nice and mentions she just “wants something good to eat.” Like, she’s made at me for “making” her go to the hospital, but it would be OK for me to go out of my way to go get her food and bring it down to her. So, I chocked this up to her just being angry with her situation. (Although, our past history should have been a tell all.) She called me again Saturday night and asked if I would mind killing some time with her on the phone. Of course I didn’t – she’s one of my best friends. About 5 minutes after we are on the phone, she says, “Oh, P is here (her “boyfriend”), can I call you back later?” I agree even though that prick makes me sick. I never heard back from her I didn’t hear from her all day on Sunday. I assumed she was angry with me, or they weren’t letting her make calls. This morning I get into my office and I check my VM’s, get some breakfast and I settle in to start work. The phone rings. It’s the number of the hospital where she is staying. I answer. It’s not her. It’s her doctor. I think the worst, then the Dr. asks if I have five minutes to speak to her in regards to my friends “case.” They are actually contemplating letting her out. I’m torn with that decision, but I answer the questions honestly because I believe she will get help once she’s out. Do I think she is an angry person? No. So I think she will do this again? No. Has she thought about doing this before? No. How long have I known her? 28 years. Is “P” her only means of support? Yes. Is he good for her? No. Does he abuse her? Emotionally, yes. Is her mother a bog problem? From what she tells me, it’s one of her biggest problems. Do I think they should let her out? Yes. She thanks me and we hang up. Minutes later my friend calls me. “Did they call you yet?’ “Yes,” I answer – thanks for the freaking warning! “What did you say?,” she asked. I tell her. “WHAT? You said WHAT? Don’t you realize they are trying to commit me? ‘P’ has NOTHING to do with why I did this. It was all because of my mother. He had nothing to do with this,” she yells. I said, “You can honestly tell me that??,” I yell back. “Yes,” she answers. We go back and forth and she keeps yelling at me that I just don’t understand anything, how he is so good to her and how I am wrong. I say, “You call me every day and tell the awful things he does and says to you.” She answers, “That’s just completely not true.” Finally, I said, “Fine then. Enjoy your life with him,” and hung up. This girl gets abandoned by everyone around her and treated like crap. So what do I do? I abandon her when she needs people the most. However, what Mama Dukes said was true. Some women just love to be abused. I mean, I don't think they like the physical or emotional aspects of it, but they just don't feel they are good enough to deserve better.
My girl KTU said the following, “You did the right thing. She is looking for someone to blame right now and you are the easiest target. If she didn't want your help she wouldn't still be reaching out. You are a good friend - too good sometimes to people. Do not be upset by her.”
Is KTU right?? Or am I awful. :(