I talked to her this weekend and asked how the appointment went. She went on to tell me that, as she had told the doctor, she thinks she's "better now" and she's "not really depressed," so she doesn't "need antidepressants." (By the way? This "depression" business? Started not long after I went on antidepressants. Yeah.)
This is related to this.
She's "better now" because apparently she feels "needed" and like she's "helping and being useful." I cannot even BEGIN to tell you how much dread I have as I sit here waiting for the other shoe to drop because, if you've read any of my story, you KNOW it will drop eventually and you KNOW she's gonna end up hurt (and you KNOW I'm going to be expected/will feel obligated to help pick up the pieces of the train wreck I KNEW was coming).
I want to wash my hands of the whole thing, but I can't because "she's" not JUST a random she. I just... GRAAAAAH. I'm fucking exasperated, is what I am, and that makes me feel like a shit heel.
DO NOT make her problems, yours. You can listen. You can empathize. And you can leave them on her end of the phone. I had to learn that lesson with my parents. I still let their sh*t become mine sometimes, but I keep trying to leave it with them.
ReplyDeleteI have relatives like that. You see the car crash coming, and you wince, and you turn away, and the phone call comes- "help me put my car back together?" And you want to tell them to go get f&*ked, but you don't, because you have feelings.
ReplyDeleteStupid feelings.
Why did you have to go blab all my bidness on the internet, Cheebs? Jeez....
ReplyDelete(ha! People are so...whatever. I don't blame you for being upset. I would be too.)
A shit heel wouldn't worry about hurting a friend and would just dump her sorry ass.
ReplyDeleteSorry, don't have any wisdom on this but wanted you to know I know how you feel. I have a friend of my own(untreated borderline pd) that I can never kick to the curb, but it is SO frustrating to deal with.
((Hugs))