OK dopers, I usually tend to keep my private life, well private… but my current situation has me stumped.
Some Background:
I have problems. I battle depression and social phobias, I’m occassionally suicidal and I am pretty much pathologically lonely much of the time. But I’m functional. I have a job (one that actually involves dealing with people much of the time… yeah me!). I get to work everyday. I take care of myself and my home and generally manage to get along ok. I have a few friends, most of whom I have known for years but I’ve never dealt well with large groups of people, or with strangers. From the outside, I’d seem pretty normal, just quiet and shy, and maybe a tad withdrawn if it’s been a hard day. It’s taken me a long time to get this far. I know I have problems, and I am working on them, but this stuff doesn’t go away overnight.
Now the current problematic situation:
I am the only single person among my closest oldest friends. Now, that is certainly not their problem, and I’m the first person to admit that I’m probably not stable enough to be in a healthy relationship right now anyway.
My problem is this, I have a friend, we shall call her “B”. “B” is currently married and has an 8-year-old daughter whom I adore. “B” and I have been friends for years. She has always been the more outgoing one (way more outgoing) and I’ve pretty much always followed along in her path in most things. “B” and her husband haven’t been happy together for some time, and they recently decided that their marriage is over. Fine, I’ve listened to “B” whine and complain and moan about her life for years, and basically just told her repeatedly that only she can decide when enough is enough, and I will always support her no matter what her decision. Less than a month later, “B” has found a “boyfriend”. Great, I’m glad she’s happy. He seems like a nice enough guy. Personally, I think it would have been a bit more “proper” to actually wait until either her or her husband got off their lazy asses and actually filed for divorce before bedding down with the new “friend” (and taking her daughter along for “sleepovers”). But I can live with that… It’s not my life, and I don’t have any right to judge her decisions.
Unfortuantely, I have trouble being around lovey-dovey happy couples. I especially have trouble being the “3rd wheel” with such couples. “B” keeps trying to drag me along with her and her new “friend”. I am not comfortable with that. In fact, it makes me feel worthless and miserable (to the point of hours of crying and suicidal thoughts). Since I’m trying so hard to get control of my life, I ‘ve decide, that I don’t want to do things that make me feel like that (For me, this is a MAJOR step).
So, I took a moment, when “B” and I were alone, and tried to explain to her, that I can’t be part of her new “look how happy we are” life on a constant basis right now. I explained repeatedly, that I do not have a problem with “b” as a person, or with “the boyfriend” (although I don’t know him well) as a person, or with their relationship in a general abstract sense. The problem is completely and entirely within me, and the way that being around happy couples (it’s not just them) makes me feel. “B” knows about my problems, and about the things in my past that have contributed to them. She knows that I have had similar reactions to other friends’ relationships. Heck, we’ve been friends since we were 6 years old. She knows just about everything. I told her that I would continue to try and work out my issues, but that until I had a better grip on my sanity, I couldn’t (for the sake of my health and continued existance) spend a lot of time with just me, and the two of them. That I wasn’t planing on avoiding them, but that “just hanging” was out for right now. I tried to be tactful, and I definately made it clear that the problem is with me… and that I didn’t expect them to make any changes to accomadate me, just that I wouldn’t be around much. I thought I was handling this in the best way I could.
But “B” blew-up at me. She accused me of hating the “boyfriend”
and of trying to ruin her life. She said I had betrayed her. BETRAYED her! I spent months helping her care for her dying parents, I help her clean, I’ve helped her move, I pick her kid up from day care when “B” is running late. Basically, I rarely say no to her about anything. She called me all sorts of vile names, and generally made me feel like scum.
So, dopers (or at least any of you that are still reading) vote now.
Am I out of line to think that my feeling matter too. Or am I truely being a self-centered b***h. Normally, I don’t have any probelm seeing both sides of a situation, but in this case, I find that I really don’t understand her reaction, so I’m looking for some outside help.
I looking forward to reading any opinions, including those telling me to grow-up and get a real problem.
-Pandora