I’m sorry. I know that your life seems to consist of nothing but strife, chaos, stress, disorder, and near disasters. I know you need help, lots of it, pretty much all the time.
But I’ve really had all I can take of it.
I’ve helped out, over and over, helping to bail you out of fixes with time and effort and money. I’ve listened to ghod knows how many hours of you venting and complaining and ‘sharing’ and tried my best to be supportive and understanding, even though a bunch of your problems seem self-inflicted to me. (You’ve gone back to him AGAIN? Why in the world do you think this time it will work better than the other FIVE times??)
The thing is, I am not your keeper. And I’m especially not your therapist. We are FRIENDS. That is supposed to be a give and take thing, and it seems to me that all I’ve done is give and give and give, and you never reciprocate in any way.
Okay, I know your financial situation, and I certainly don’t expect money from you. And you’re busy, so I don’t expect you to help me when some time-consuming shit hits my fan. But why can’t you even do the listening some times? Yeah, my life may be better than yours, but that doesn’t mean it’s perfect. Sometimes I would like to mention a problem I have, and get support or sympathy or something, anything,] other than the equivalent of “So your boss is making you work overtime all week? Well, MY boss beats me barbed wire every day, and look at my scars, and could you take care of my children for three weeks so I can go to Minnesota and take care of my sick mother-in-law, and my lawn needs mowing, and could you run to the store to get groceries because otherwise I won’t be able to make supper for Howard and then he’ll leave me and…”
I know, I know. You have bad situations. It’s just, well, I’m tired of it. I’ve started not picking up your calls, and the other week when I spotted your car in the parking lot at the Stop & Shop I kept driving and went to the Star market instead just so I woudn’t risk running into you in the store.
Which I guess makes me a bad person.
Tell me, am I the only one who feels like this? Have you ever, well, eased your way out of a relationship like this?