So I’m feeling more than a little unsettled about a situation I have with my current girlfriend. We’ve been seeing each other for about 9 months, almost immediately after HSHExGF and I broke up for good. She has certainly demonstrated her feelings more intensely than I have, having dropped the L-bomb twice, most recently this past Saturday.
Now, I am a generally (my friends say extraordinarily) accommodating person when it comes to my time and efforts, but I feel a great deal of discomfort regarding this situation. So what sayest thou, Dopers?
The Situation:
We’re doing a lot of things this summer that require me to travel a lot to see her (she’s in Boston, I’m in NYC). And she knows that I’m trying my ass off not to take any days off work, so I can get paid for them when I leave to go to law school in the fall (in Boston).
There’s a wedding in Montreal (where she’s from originally), one of her closest friends from primary school, on Sunday June 3rd. I originally told her I couldn’t go because I couldn’t miss the Monday of work. So she responded with (and, while some of it is cultural/unintentional, some of it was quite premeditated) a barrage of guilt coupled with proposals of how I could make the trip and still only miss half a day of work. I genuinely want to be there with her and for her, especially since she likes almost no one else at the wedding and I don’t want her to be alone. She wants to be there for her friend, but doesn’t want to have to deal with the BS of the rest of the guests, and I wouldn’t want her to have to go through all that.
So, in the end, I said I would go with her to the wedding, because I know it would mean a lot to her. The plan I ended up taking was to leave NYC on Friday, drive to Boston, sleep at her place, then drive from Boston to Montreal on Saturday, attend the wedding on Sunday, leave from the wedding to return to Boston, sleep at her place, and drive from Boston to work in NYC on Monday morning, missing half a day of work. That’s 540 miles each way. A good bit of driving. But again, she’s been on about how important it is, and what’s important to her is important to me. So we’re going to Montreal.
She’s quite grateful to me for this. It means a lot to her that I am giving up this half-day, that I am doing all this driving. So she calls me up and says, “I’m really happy you’re coming to the wedding with me, and I know you’re sacrificing a lot, so if you want to skip out on Sheila’s (her roommmate, whom I’ve met four times, tops) wedding and go to Canada (the biggest regatta of the year and biggest party) with your friends (my best pals), then you should go.”
Wow. Damn. Wow. Damn (Did I mention “wow” and “damn?”). That’s awful big of her. Huge. She thinks so much of what I’m doing that she’s going to let me go to this race (which I never miss) for the last time (thanks to law school and stricter employment). So I say, “That’s awful big of you and it means a lot to me that you’re making this compromise. It will be nice to go to Canada with my pals because I’ll never get to go again.” And I make with the niceness and dinners and such, because that’s a very generous thank-you she’s offered me.
Unfortunately, now I am catching guilt for my decision. She’s aggressively guilting me into going to Sheila’s wedding.
“We’re one of only FOUR couples out of her friends that will be there.”
“What? You’re going to Canada? Just to drink with your friends?”
“The wedding is on Saturday. Can’t you drive from the wedding (Boston) to Canada? You’ll still make it in time to go out Sunday night.”
Ummmm… what?
I reversed a hard-and-fast rule to do one thing with you. I’m going to lose a day’s pay for that, plus, I’m driving a thousand miles to do it. And in return for this, you made an offer of equal magnanimity. And now you’re trying to guilt me out of accepting it?
I feel like my nature is being taken for granted. I feel a little bit put upon, to tell the truth.
If attending your roommate’s wedding was so important, you shouldn’t have told me that I could attend a weekend-long party with my best friends instead as a thank-you for something I did. Or, as my inner bastard put it, “Ummmm, excuse me, IF YOU SAID I COULD GO, DON’T BE MAD WHEN I DECIDE TO GO.”
Somebody’s gonna resent somebody when this is all said and done, regardless of what happens.
So, are my feelings justified here?
And, since “what should I do?” is a lame question, let me ask this one:
What would you do if you were me?