Is it really me problem to handle?

Well, what I really mean is-- should I really be in the mist of it all?

My splendid and severely battered, both physically and verbally, friend Rolland is in a struggling crisis within his life. I seem to be the only prime friend he calls upon for all his drama and I am having trouble being "completely honest". So, really, I need some help.

Now, Rolland phones me every day to speak of his "wave in motion moods". His boo hooz are extremely hilarious, but I refrain from laughing in his face because I'm in the process of practicing-- that thing called empathy; and leaning over to spill smiles in his face is not what I'm tryna do. Rolland works at Pep Boys in the Parts department; he deals (or so he complains) with nagging and whining customers all day. Rollands customer service duties consist of (or, again, as he complains): always fixing customer problems, speaking for customers-- coworkers, including agreeing to completing tasks for every one by force, and meeting every one elses needs while still soothing customers feelings. Rolland also intrigues me with his fanny (girl rubbish) problems. So, Mr. Rolland has a girfriend who he has been involved with for free years now. The lucky devils name is Trina (what a name!!). Trina works at a plumbing company; she is head hancha in customer service. Rolland complains to me that Trina treats him like hes just a "light weight". So he says: Trina avoids his text messages, only feeds him freshly- stored- frozen- microwave- dinners, she never wants to indulge in intercourse with him, crimps her lips when they kiss and she dreads anything that leaks from him mouth (words that is). After a hard days work, Rolland comes home to: dishes packed over and out reaching the ceiling, cat liter all over the carpet, beer cans everywhere (as she comes home for her lunch break), never wants Rollands input in regards to anything and down grades the way he dresses and whatever he likes. But, over all-- he says he loves the snatch with every last bit.

Explain to me how that makes sense...

As I am having some difficulty telling him to quit acting like a complete door mat; to just dump that heavy weight-- weighing a good ton, and to just stop complaining bout it... I just ca- ca- can't.