I think you will keep "mining" your memories of the relationship for "wisdom gems".
Don't feel guil...
I feel a little confused about whether she was bad or not.
I don't think she was at first, but the longer we were friends, the worse it got. She stopped trying to get to know me, she stopped being kind to me, she stopped caring about me, but I never gave up. I could tell she was stuck and needed help. But she was so cruel to me.
It wasn't black and white. She would constantly accuse me of being a bad friend. I think it's not impossible that it was some kind of mental distortion. But I also think she treated me like shit and I deserved to have other friends period, but especially ones who actually cared about me.
And then I worry that I am the abusive one. She was very black and white about it... that I am abusive and a liar and evil. And I have a very hard time shaking that.
I was so triggered by @Mal Content and others spamming the site because of that. I shouldn't discuss that here, though, probably (not because I'm afraid to, but because I genuinely think it would be inappropriate to analyse that). But I did make a post about how it dehumanized the staff. Those kinds of games make the other person inhuman... and I feel so inhuman.
I really hate that this happened. I really wish I had never met Brandi. At the same time, I hope she finally takes my advice and tries to get better.
A therapist told me both that sometimes you need to let others go to let them heal... and also that Brandi definitely knew, without a doubt, that the world wasn't real. That the behaviors I described were manipulative, were bad signs, were red flags. But I was a kid, raised in a shitty environment. So it was hard to see it for what it was.
I think I'm confused because my brain is trying to make sense of the two views I have. The contradicting opinions. The, "Damn, what a witch, she had no right to do that," and the "I feel so bad for her and I want her to get help."
I guess the truth of the matter is that it
is actually okay for these two to coexist. I can be angry and say "f*ck you, Brandi," and I can also hope she gets well. It's true that she went through shit and was having such a shitty time, such an incredibly human struggle... but it doesn't mean that I was the bad one, or that she had any right to treat me how she did.
That must be why I keep fearing that no one will believe me, that
I really was the evil one... because if one of us had to be evil... I wasn't able to put that label on her. Because that's not how I think. So I just assume it's hard to believe, and therefore I must be the bad one?
I should go make myself some dinner.
My mom is visiting me tomorrow, so (1) hopefully my phone works and (2) hopefully I can chillax now so she doesn't worry.
I accidentally let it slip to my mom recently that Brandi gave me death threats sometimes. My mom's reaction was, "Well,
I didn't know that." She's always mad at me for keeping secrets. She has been since I was 13 and "admitted" a neighbor had raped me once. (I minimized it because her reaction was making me so uncomfortable...) She said, "No more secrets between us." But my entire life has been about secrets and lying, I felt like. So I just felt terrible.
Yet I also feel terrible when information is "forced" out of me with pressure. It makes me upset too. But in reality I can refuse. Most people respect privacy, most people don't attack you.
My mom does act weird when I won't say what's bothering me. Like she suddenly feels offended.
Edit to add:
I was forced to tell my mother by a social worker I had in the hospital. She forced me to tell my mom. I didn't know my mom well enough. I tried to open up more after that, but then it got weird because of trying to figure out why I couldn't enjoy sex when I was under 18.... my mom was seriously trying to be helpful, a doctor was between us and it shouldn't have been weird, yet I've been afraid to talk about it on this site.
I stopped telling my mom things. Brandi didn't want me to talk to my mom anyway. And my mom would say nasty things about Brandi and I was tired of defending her.
Editing one more time to add:
I felt like I was lying to my mother. I got angry at her for showing pity. My mom was raped when she was 13. I feel im both invalidating her and also that she shouldn't have told me that, but I don't understand why I feel either of those because neither make sense to me most of the time. I try not to think about it.