I had a friend like this once. A long time ago. I’m in my 40’s now.
She was a nurse, of all things. Who was amazingly fertile, evidently. Each new boyfriend yielded a new abortion. After three, I asked her what she was thinking and offered to try to help. After six, I wondered why she was still someone I considered a friend. And I never spoke to her again; to this very day.
However, I pray for her every day and hope that something snapped some sense into her, since I sure wasn’t able to.