I’ll try to keep this as brief as possible. I have an ex-boyfriend I’ll call Bob. Bob and I dated for almost a year before we amicably parted ways. There were a lot of problems in the relationship, some stemming from his and my problems with depression, some more mundane such as having different goals in life.
We stayed very close friends, however. He is one of only a couple of people I feel comfortable with discussing anything. I consider him one of my best friends. Then Bob started dating Anne, and very shortly thereafter got her pregnant :smack: . They decided to keep the baby, a decision I wasn’t entirely comfortable with, them having known each other only briefly and being rather young to start a family. But it was their decision, and I supported it, eventually letting them move in with me so that they could save money and prepare for the baby.
Throughout all this, I tried my best to strike up a friendship with Anne. She was cordial with me, but never seemed incredibly friendly. I now think that she merely tolerated me because Bob and I were such close friends.
Fast forward a couple of months. They decided to move out of state to be closer to his family. We’ve been keeping in touch via email and phone calls, but I’ve been rather lonely. It’s been almost 2 years since I’ve lived alone (Bob and I lived together while we were dating, then I lived with my sister briefly before living with Bob and Anne, and even before all that my other best friend practically lived on my couch) so I’ve been having trouble adjusting and have felt sad for a while. I missed Bob pretty badly, and realized I really never had a chance to get over him because we constantly hung out.
Now, I don’t mean that I still have feelings for him, at least not the “I want to be with you forever” sort of feelings. We don’t work together as a couple, but he’s someone I care about very much, and someone I understand very well and vice versa. So, he’s the sort of person I want in my life, just not the hearts and flowers kind of way.
Now, I wanted to tell someone this, that I never really got over Bob and I’m kind of down about it. My other great friend is out of town also, and rather busy with work and school, so I haven’t gotten a chance to talk to him lately. So what do I do? I turn to the only other person I feel comfortable discussing my feelings with, Bob.
This is what I said, amidst other things like “I’m holding your mail for you” and “I hope this new job works out.”
“I really do miss you guys, I wish you’d call more because I feel so lonely. I think the problem is I never had a chance to get over you, because we still hung out all the time so it was not even like we really broke up. So I’m sad a lot about you. I hope you guys are doing all right and I hope you guys can come down and visit sometime soon.”
Well, apparently Anne read this email. I don’t know if she was accessing his email with his knowledge and permission or not, but she decided this was unforgiveable and has forbidden Bob to talk to me. I have apologized several times, mostly via text message and voicemail, and finally got a chance to actually talk to Bob last night (because I pointed out that you can’t cut off all contact with me, you owe me some money, remember?). Basically, he has chosen to do as Anne wants because he doesn’t want anymore stress this close to the birth, and he’ll send me money as soon as he can. End of story.
So, opinions? Go ahead, tell me I’m an idiot for saying it, it does seem rather foolish now but at the time I was completely miserable, off my meds, and feeling like shit and I wanted to tell someone other than my journal how I was feeling.
Personally I think Anne’s reaction is based on some jealousy she’s harbored for a while combined with the crazy pregnant hormones and the fact that she never really liked me in the first place. I think Bob’s a coward for not at least insisting that he explain it to me personally and apologizing for suddenly ending our close friendship.
And I’m an idiot too. But hopefully a sympathetic idiot.
(I am so totally getting flamed for this, aren’t I?)