First I need to put some background in.
I have always had a problem "internalizing" my thoughts, especially when I am distressed, as opposed to talking about them. I know this is a bad thing and I have worked very hard on it over the years, learning the hard way to only talk about bad things to friends or my counselor if I am seeing one, and only to talk openly with close friends. I just cannot trust anyone else to give a damn, and frankly, even if I tell people I'm suicidal I get ignored or told to stop whining. I made friends some months ago with a girl from my Bible study. She had a background of personal pain like I do, and has struggled with substance abuse for some time. At first, we got along great. We hung out and had fun, spent a lot of time together, I even thought I might have feelings for her. She was always sort of reserved, but made a genuine effort to be my friend, even going so far as to "bribe" me with gifts and things. Then things changed. I guess it started when she started realizing, after cleaning my apartment a few times (this was against my express wishes, by the way, I KNOW I'm a slob and just have a very hard time making myself care about cleaning or that kind of thing; to top it off, I'm bad at it and have a very hard time cleaning things up at all. Sounds lame, I know, but I just can be pretty helpless at doing cleaning tasks beyond basic dusting and vacuuming.)that I wasn't going to keep my apartment up to her standards. She always complained about it when she came over, and then started grousing at me about not exercising like we planned to (here, I have to say that she never seemed to want to nail things down and come up with a specific time. She seemed to feel that since she mentioned she works out in the morning, that I should understand that was an invitation, even though I asked her if she wanted to start walking together and she never answered.) She got quieter and more sullen and withdrawn as the last couple months went on, then she did two things that really pissed me off. First, I picked her up from a doctor's appointment and took her back to my place (her parents were out and she couldn't get a ride any other way.) On the way, I bought us some Chinese food for dinner. When I picked her up, she bitched me out about how she didn't WANT Chinese food, and sulked when I asked if she wanted me to make her something. Finally, she got up and stormed out, saying if I "wouldn't feed her" she would go get some damn food herself. Later on, she called, drunk, from down the street at the liquor store and I went and got her. I had to let her spend the night because her parents would throw her out if they found out she had been drinking again. She's been getting more and more surly since then, and anything I want to talk about anything that's been happening in my life, even a little, she wants me to stop "bitching." Then Friday she made me madder than a hornet. We were hanging out at her place. She wanted to "get out and go somewhere", on my gas dime of course, since she can't drive and even though we made an arrangement she would help pay for gas she helped use up. I said no, I didn't have the money, and I don't; I have paid for her meals lately, I even bought her cigarettes the night before as well as soda and other things. She sat there for a while, fuming. Finally, she got up and said she was throwing me out. I said fine, I just needed to use the bathroom. She snapped, "Use your own fucking bathroom!" and stomped out. The next night, she bought me some gas but wouldn't really apologize. I opened up to her and let her know I just felt very alone lately, like everyone hated me, that I've always felt inferior and like I'm a worthless nuisance. She stayed quiet, and then when I dropped her off, she snapped at me that if I didn't bitch so much maybe people wouldn't hate me. Then she posted on my Facebook wall that she was "so tired of the bitching" and I "needed to grow up and get a life."
I feel....crushed. I don't make friends easily, and I have been hurt so much in the past. I know I act in ways that's irritating to people at times, and I try not to, but...I have issues. Psychological issues, that's as far as I am willing to say here. I don't know if it's worth trying to save the friendship at this point, but she's literally the only friend I see on a regular basis outside of my weekly Bible study. I have no other friends I see more than once every few weeks. Am I wrong here? I thought close friends listened to your problems, but I feel like since I'm a guy, I'm expected to shut up and soldier, and I just can't. I feel so isolated, so cut off, and so hated. The more I need help, the more disdain and indifference I feel I get. I have thought seriously about suicide, again, and just don't know what to do. I was there for her, when her parents threatened to throw her out, when she drank, when she wanted I don't know how many rides...God, I am so sick of people being so callous.
I have always had a problem "internalizing" my thoughts, especially when I am distressed, as opposed to talking about them. I know this is a bad thing and I have worked very hard on it over the years, learning the hard way to only talk about bad things to friends or my counselor if I am seeing one, and only to talk openly with close friends. I just cannot trust anyone else to give a damn, and frankly, even if I tell people I'm suicidal I get ignored or told to stop whining. I made friends some months ago with a girl from my Bible study. She had a background of personal pain like I do, and has struggled with substance abuse for some time. At first, we got along great. We hung out and had fun, spent a lot of time together, I even thought I might have feelings for her. She was always sort of reserved, but made a genuine effort to be my friend, even going so far as to "bribe" me with gifts and things. Then things changed. I guess it started when she started realizing, after cleaning my apartment a few times (this was against my express wishes, by the way, I KNOW I'm a slob and just have a very hard time making myself care about cleaning or that kind of thing; to top it off, I'm bad at it and have a very hard time cleaning things up at all. Sounds lame, I know, but I just can be pretty helpless at doing cleaning tasks beyond basic dusting and vacuuming.)that I wasn't going to keep my apartment up to her standards. She always complained about it when she came over, and then started grousing at me about not exercising like we planned to (here, I have to say that she never seemed to want to nail things down and come up with a specific time. She seemed to feel that since she mentioned she works out in the morning, that I should understand that was an invitation, even though I asked her if she wanted to start walking together and she never answered.) She got quieter and more sullen and withdrawn as the last couple months went on, then she did two things that really pissed me off. First, I picked her up from a doctor's appointment and took her back to my place (her parents were out and she couldn't get a ride any other way.) On the way, I bought us some Chinese food for dinner. When I picked her up, she bitched me out about how she didn't WANT Chinese food, and sulked when I asked if she wanted me to make her something. Finally, she got up and stormed out, saying if I "wouldn't feed her" she would go get some damn food herself. Later on, she called, drunk, from down the street at the liquor store and I went and got her. I had to let her spend the night because her parents would throw her out if they found out she had been drinking again. She's been getting more and more surly since then, and anything I want to talk about anything that's been happening in my life, even a little, she wants me to stop "bitching." Then Friday she made me madder than a hornet. We were hanging out at her place. She wanted to "get out and go somewhere", on my gas dime of course, since she can't drive and even though we made an arrangement she would help pay for gas she helped use up. I said no, I didn't have the money, and I don't; I have paid for her meals lately, I even bought her cigarettes the night before as well as soda and other things. She sat there for a while, fuming. Finally, she got up and said she was throwing me out. I said fine, I just needed to use the bathroom. She snapped, "Use your own fucking bathroom!" and stomped out. The next night, she bought me some gas but wouldn't really apologize. I opened up to her and let her know I just felt very alone lately, like everyone hated me, that I've always felt inferior and like I'm a worthless nuisance. She stayed quiet, and then when I dropped her off, she snapped at me that if I didn't bitch so much maybe people wouldn't hate me. Then she posted on my Facebook wall that she was "so tired of the bitching" and I "needed to grow up and get a life."
I feel....crushed. I don't make friends easily, and I have been hurt so much in the past. I know I act in ways that's irritating to people at times, and I try not to, but...I have issues. Psychological issues, that's as far as I am willing to say here. I don't know if it's worth trying to save the friendship at this point, but she's literally the only friend I see on a regular basis outside of my weekly Bible study. I have no other friends I see more than once every few weeks. Am I wrong here? I thought close friends listened to your problems, but I feel like since I'm a guy, I'm expected to shut up and soldier, and I just can't. I feel so isolated, so cut off, and so hated. The more I need help, the more disdain and indifference I feel I get. I have thought seriously about suicide, again, and just don't know what to do. I was there for her, when her parents threatened to throw her out, when she drank, when she wanted I don't know how many rides...God, I am so sick of people being so callous.




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