Help me figure out how to keep my mental health AND my friendship?
I moved into a shared 2/2 recently with one of my closest friends, and so I’m already spending more time over at my boyfriend’s place now. Why? Because when I’m home, and my friend/roomie and I are both awake, every ten minutes it’s “hey, Puuuuuuurple?” She wants to ask me something; she wants to tell me something; most often, she’s figuring something out (“do I want that object placed up on that shelf, or in this box?”) and simply wants to talk through it. Out loud. With me. Constantly.
I’m a classic introvert. I’ve lived alone the last couple of years, and before that, for a decade I lived with my late husband, who was even more introverted than I am. I have one cat, who is also quiet and friendly but not clingy. My job requires me to be courteous, friendly, knowledgeable and helpful, and I’m damn good at it, but to come home and then not have so much as an hour to myself without overtly shutting the door and becoming a hermit is starting to really weigh on me. But shutting the door come across as unfriendly, so I know I’d soon get a knock and an “is everything alright?” if I did that. Besides, my bedroom is little and the tv is the shared living room. I don’t wanna have to shut my door all the time!
She’s out of town this weekend on an annual visit to relatives, so 1.) I’m absolutely relishing having the place to myself, and 2.) the contrast is making me realize how much the general situation is unsustainable, and 3.) this particular opportunity to have a couple days to myself at home won’t repeat until the lease is up.
I need your help getting that all through to her, or one of these days very soon the next time I hear “Purple? Hey, Purple, you got a sec? {launches into monologue}” I’m going to SNAP at her, and we have a long and affectionate friendship I really don’t want to fuck up.
Some minor clarifications, which can be safely skipped by the TL/DR crowd:
The guy I’m seeing is heavily into a brand-new game, so when I’m over there I can have my nose in a book, surf the Dope, fuss with my beading supplies, channel surf etc. in peace and quiet. (He’s “ignoring” me with my stated blessing; hell, I’m the one who got him the damn game, as my birthday gift for him, knowing it would suck up a significant amount of his worknight evenings. I usually sit nearby and we reach over and rub each other’s shoulders or he’ll play with my hair or whatever, in idle moments. It’s nice. That part is not a problem for me.) Unfortunately his place is quite a drive away from mine, and I don’t have a car right now, so I can’t just pop over.
I don’t have kids, I’ve never wanted kids, and no small part of that is not wanting to be directly responsible for that relentless damn neediness babies and kids have. Some of my irritation is feeling like I wound up with one anyway.
She has few local friends and just started a new job, so she doesn’t have much of a support network besides me. I don’t, either, but the big difference is that I’m ok with that that. In fact, until somewhat recently we saw each other every week or two for a couple of hours and that was really the sum total of my non-work face time with all people, and it was fine by me. Now I’m seeing this guy I really like AND she’s vacuuming up all of my at-home time, so weirdly, me being at his place is the only way for me to get some downtime alone. But I wanna be at home! My home, with my own bed, and my pets, and just my own space.
All advice, suggestions and general psychoanalysis welcome.