Folks, I’m sorry that this is so long.
Dramatis Personae:
Me, Lemmy. I have a tough time with people, and it’s very painful for me.
Renata, same age as me (32). Met in 2002, when she was house/petsitting for her Aunt Kate (see below). I fell deeply in love with her, and have never met someone quite like her since. She broke my heart later that year, but we have been close friends for most of the time since, with the exception of a few years in which she refused to communicate with me. In recent years, we have had some great times together. She lives in Austin, and I live in DC. This past summer, she broke up with her partner of ten years, and moved out. This was traumatic to her, and she has been medicated. She and I (and Kate) all share a history of widely varying struggles with depression and the accompanying medications. She is one of my favorite people in the world.
Kate, Renata’s aunt, and my middle-school English teacher. Very supportive of me during my difficult undergraduate years. I inadvertently hurt her feelings very deeply in 2008, and this has not really been resolved (see thread in IMHO).
I rode a bus to Austin last Friday, after a painful and awkward Thanksgiving coinciding with my parents’ incipient divorce and my brother’s displeasure. As I neared Austin, Renata informed me via text that she had begun seeing somebody (I’ll call him “Ned”), who would be joining us that evening. I was dismayed at first (though I doubt she and I will be a couple, I had hoped we could play those roles for a couple of days, inasmuch as we were both single), but quickly decided that I would have a great time all the same. The first night went fine, and then on Saturday, I thought things went well as she and I joined Renata’s parents, sister, and beloved nephew for breakfast, and then, after some browsing/shopping, met with Kate and Kate’s husband for lunch. We went back to Renata’s place and talked, sometimes joined by Ned, and made plans for the three of us to see a movie later.
**That’s when all hell broke loose. **
Before the movie, we went to a cafe for tea and pitas before the movie. I had noticed Renata seeming agitated earlier, at her house, but wasn’t sure what to make of her twitching and grimacing until she finally snapped. She didn’t get loud, but she suddenly began letting me know how upset she was that I had barely asked her how she was doing lately, since I know full well that she has been going through the worst year of her life. I was suddenly very ashamed at being so thoughtless. I apologized profusely, expressing how much I care about her. She tried to convey that I needed to be less one-sided with people who love me (like her and her Aunt Kate), because everyone is going through troubles.
In my defense, I was very distracted by my family situation (which we had spent most of the time talking about), and I also thought that Renata seemed to be moving on, compared with when we talked about it shortly after the breakup, and when I saw her for one day in September. Dating people again seemed like a good sign. I just don’t have a frame of reference for a ten-year relationship like that.
Ned excused himself, and eventually Renata did as well. I knew they were talking in the parking lot, but I couldn’t see them. I was alone for what might have been ten minutes, feeling like I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Eventually they came back, we scrubbed plans for the movie, and went back to Renata’s place. It was only about 7:40. Renata immediately went to her room, saying she needed to go to bed, as she was out of sorts. Ned followed her, leaving me alone on the couch, trying to stop myself from freaking out. I could hear them whispering, and I wondered if Renata was crying.
I eventually reached a friend via my phone, and stepped out into the yard. Ned left the house soon after, and I shook his hand and said that I wished we were meeting under better circumstances. He said he thought everything would be OK once Renata “slept if off.” I told him that based on the last day and a half, he seemed like a good guy, and he said the same about me. I went back inside, and eventually went to sleep on the couch.
In the morning, when my phone’s alarm rang, Renata came out of her room as I was silencing the alarm. She sat down in a chair, looked at me, and said “I’m sorry, Lemmy.” I reciprocated, and we talked for a bit. I told her that I will put her up should she come to DC, and I told her a story from my past involving me as the dedicated friend I try to be. As I packed my things for my return trip, she gave me a book and DVD that she had earlier told me to take, saying that she wants to know what I think of them. We rode to the airport without saying much, and in the drop-off lane she got out of the car, held me tightly, and told me to take care of myself. I told her to do the same.
That sounds like a relief, except it dawned on me that I never properly asked her how she was doing. I was exhausted when I got home on Sunday, but I called her on Monday after band practice. I left a voicemail, and then before going to bed I sent a warmly worded follow-up thank-you email, where I included that among a few things.
There’s been no reply from her. She often replies to emails in the morning before going to work, but nothing has arrived. I know that it’s only been a short time, but I don’t know what’s stopping her from just acknowledging me. I don’t think I’ve lost her friendship, but I can’t shake the fear that she’s going to give me the silent treatment again (which she had said was a thing of the past), for who knows how long. I want us to be friends for life, and that’s in jeopardy for a really stupid reason.
Fellow Dopers, I’m really starting to hurt. I love this woman very much, to such an extent that others have noticed this and commented on it. I don’t have many friends, and I’m very lonely, but I don’t just want to be friends with her because she makes me feel good. I love to make her laugh and smile. I know I can’t reach out again soon; I plan to wait until I have something new to say, i.e. news regarding my musical venture, or career, or my assessment of the book & film, or my mother’s departure for CA on the 21st. **Does anybody have any advice for a situation like this? **
Thus, in the end, I pit myself for being so stupid and thoughtless, and I pit Renata, one of my favorite people in the world, for overreacting, and potentially now hurting me deliberately.