Friends are supposed to be happy for each other, not jealous for what the other has.
I am always happy for my friends when good things happen to them. But I can’t lie. I’m jealous of them too.
My friends, who have wonderful spouses who stick by them, who make them part of their family (married or not), who keep their spirits high, who smile for them.
And I will never have that.
Once upon a time, we had “too much history”. Now, the reaction to anything is to break up. While I blame myself for being naive, I couldn’t have imagined every supposedly loving thing he ever said was a lie.
I made the mistake of mentioning I was invited to an NYE party and wanted to go. The party was never a certain thing, and it ultimately seems it’s not happening, so I’m not going. But the mere possibility had me banned from his home for an unspecified amount of time because – as he always says – he and they “aren’t taking any chances”.
Despite he took a chance when we went to an airBNB in April, and he smoked with the hosts.
Despite I went to the beach twice and attended a neighborhood fireworks party for July 4th.
Despite I stayed four days a week ago.
Despite I’ve been exposed all year due to my job, though he believes my job requiring masks negates the numerous (over a thousand) employees kept in the building at any given time… and that multiple locations, mine included, have had multiple outbreaks. My job is also not clean and I touch countless filthy surfaces and items. And there was a four hundred employee outbreak I was never aware of.
But masks mean that outbreak, and me having no idea who or what I’ve been exposed to, doesn’t terrify him (despite it still happened?).
It’s extremely interesting to me I care only about myself in his eyes after I spent money to travel to be with him, and for food, and for a few gifts (one of which was expensive). I wouldn’t have done that if I could’ve foreseen this.
I vented to a friend, who agreed about the party, but disagreed the freaking out was justified.
I tested negative twice, I never intended to visit him if the party happened anyway (something I had to yell multiple times, and he still didn’t hear until I spelled it out for him), and I planned to get tested after the party if I went. Although, he’s made it clear a negative test means nothing to him. My being is still to be feared.
Unless I’m spending money on him, it seems.
His only response is “everyone is struggling”. This seems to be the equivalent of “crabs in a bucket”. He and everyone he knows is miserable, so no one is else is supposed to try to do anything to stave off depression?
Ironically, this is the person who tries to convince me I shouldn’t take my life and it’s worth living. Seems he finally shut up about that.
He also once complained I make him out to be “the bad guy” to my friends when I vent to them. Interestingly, my friends have never ostracized him like he had his family do to me for something that hasn’t happened. Oh, and one of his siblings stole money from me.
I thought he came to the hospital after the bus collision because I was wrong about him not caring. No, he came only because the hospital mandates masks.
I’m now, in his eyes, the same as his worst ex.
His worst ex assaulted him, and caused him a nervous breakdown that resulted in him staying in a mental ward.
I wonder if I was the same as his worst ex when I came for Thanksgiving after testing negative twice.
Note the date: December 23rd. A week ago. How quickly things change.
But maybe the following image is less surprising. Things can change in years.
Text messages I kept in an email draft to remember. The headline of one is “he loves me”.
I think this year took the love with it.
To my friends, though they don’t read my blog, I do apologize for my feelings of envy. I wish them nothing but long and happy lives with their spouses. They absolutely deserve their spouses, and their spouses, for being the amazing partners they are, deserve them.
Please never stop caring for each other. I am always happy for you.
As your friend, always.