5 years ago I moved a long ways away and over those years lost the friends that I had before the move. Due to kids mostly, I havent really had much time to make new ones. It didnt matter too much to me though because I had this one great friend. She is more like a sister to me than a friend.
I have helped her though some very hard times in her life. Her alcoholic father, trouble with her kids, trouble with her husband, troubles with finances, work, etc..... It was an awful time for a while and I stood by her because I love her.
Last year was rough for me but I didnt let her know since she was having such a hard time. This year I am having most of my world crumbling or falling apart in some way. Of course I turn to my friend. She in turn lets me know that she thinks this is something that I need to deal with on my own and that she knows I will be fine. That hurts a lot. She has suffered from depression before and I guess I assumed she would understand, be willing to listen, support, care. It is very very hard for me to not take this as proof that I am completely worthless and unlovable. She knows me better than anyone on earth. Yet she doesnt love me enough to help me when my world is falling apart. Its hard to not use that as proof of all the bad things I have been told about me and sometimes say to myself about me.
This has had me very messed up for the last few weeks. I'm doing my best to not be drown by it. Its just a very hard thing for me to understand.
I have helped her though some very hard times in her life. Her alcoholic father, trouble with her kids, trouble with her husband, troubles with finances, work, etc..... It was an awful time for a while and I stood by her because I love her.
Last year was rough for me but I didnt let her know since she was having such a hard time. This year I am having most of my world crumbling or falling apart in some way. Of course I turn to my friend. She in turn lets me know that she thinks this is something that I need to deal with on my own and that she knows I will be fine. That hurts a lot. She has suffered from depression before and I guess I assumed she would understand, be willing to listen, support, care. It is very very hard for me to not take this as proof that I am completely worthless and unlovable. She knows me better than anyone on earth. Yet she doesnt love me enough to help me when my world is falling apart. Its hard to not use that as proof of all the bad things I have been told about me and sometimes say to myself about me.
This has had me very messed up for the last few weeks. I'm doing my best to not be drown by it. Its just a very hard thing for me to understand.