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Originally Posted by Innerzone
Nope. Not for me anyway. So weird that you should bring this up, because I was just thinking about it last week and couldn't think of a single instance(!) (It might not be as shocking as it seems if you consider that I display considerable ineptitude in friend-making ability in the first place.  )
If you feel you have good reasons for dumping the ones you've had, I'm a little confused as to your concern. Do you wonder if maybe the reasons weren't good? (It doesn't sound that way, hence the confusion, despite reading it a few times.) Is there a pattern to it? Does it tend to happen in a particular mood state? |
So it's finals and papers time. Stressor 1.
My landlord texted me and asked me to move into an apt for $1,000 more 6.5 months before my lease ended. I texted her a polite no thanks and suggestion that could work for both of us and she never wrote back. Stressor #2.
In class, I was arguing the professor for extra credit for the whole class from the back of the class and another student interrupted me to say I was too loud, always too loud, can't stand me, be quiet, and I exploded don't talk to me like that and then the whole class got involved and then I shut up and she kept telling me off and I looked at the prof and he shrugged his shoulders empathetically and she continued for 5 minutes. All my fighting was sticking up for myself. All of hers was attacking me. Manic event? Not so sure. I was clearly under attack. Anyway, this colored the rest of my week, even now. Stressor 3.
My best friend, her words. We planned to take a vacation together, long story short, she got a good deal and went without me. She's been back, 2 weeks, no plans to hang out, but plans with other people (while I am good enough to still have her house plants) and I just kinda broke. In my therapist's words, who has been following this relationship for 6 years, I want true friendship, and she wants what's available. So was it the stressors leading up to this moment? Or had I really had it with Jen? I think I had it with Jen. It also took her 6 years to confide in me that she let her last 3 boyfriends used her as a toilet, then left for Europe, and never brought it up again. Acted like it never happened. Even though I worked in a dungeon for a year. So you know what? I'm offended. I've confided plenty. This is not a two way street, and it's just too much. Same girl that called me disgusting for double dipping in the community marinara. Got it. Alrighty.
Pant, pant. We're incompatible. *I* was settling. But now I have no friends.