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Yeah, the hookups were not the best decision but he was definitely the one pursuing that even though he initially told me he couldn’t do that
I have never done anything like that and have been with one person my entire adult life. Grief makes people do crazy stuff and I guess while others would be drinking or drugging, I tried another path.
But, like I said, it was not the crux of the friendship. Most of the time we just talked about everything. Work, helping promote his work, helping him possibly get certified so he could work with me, jokes, our aging parents, pets.
We pretty much talked like very close friends, especially when he hit depressed mode. And then he shared now he didn’t find any joy in anything. Nothing made him laugh. He was just existing.
I know the feeling and I told him he was allowed to feel it and I wouldn’t try to cheer him up because that’s an insult because you can’t just cheer depression out of someone. I did what every therapist has always suggested for friends and asked if there was anything I could to make things easier for him. I made a phone call for him to inquire about a work certification for him. I knew he hated phone calls and so I called for him.
I invested a lot into the friendship, maybe to the point of neglecting my own needs at one point, and now I’m left feeling empty and confused.
Like the friendship wasn’t one sided. Many times he would text first. We would take turns sending good morning texts. He would check on how I was doing with my grief. I would see how he was handling his depression or if he had a nightmare. We were so open with each other. We even talked about things some people don’t share with all friends like his ibs problems and my chronic constipation over the years
like those topics can be uncomfortable but we felt comfortable enough to share them with one another.
I wish he would tell me how he feels. Like how does my friendship even begin to stop him from finding a girlfriend?
And did he retreat and restrict me as a PTSD response? Did he feel overwhelmed by closeness? Did he start to get suspicious and wonder if he could really trust me? Like is he now regretting how much he opened up?
But, like I said, it was not the crux of the friendship. Most of the time we just talked about everything. Work, helping promote his work, helping him possibly get certified so he could work with me, jokes, our aging parents, pets.
We pretty much talked like very close friends, especially when he hit depressed mode. And then he shared now he didn’t find any joy in anything. Nothing made him laugh. He was just existing.
I know the feeling and I told him he was allowed to feel it and I wouldn’t try to cheer him up because that’s an insult because you can’t just cheer depression out of someone. I did what every therapist has always suggested for friends and asked if there was anything I could to make things easier for him. I made a phone call for him to inquire about a work certification for him. I knew he hated phone calls and so I called for him.
I invested a lot into the friendship, maybe to the point of neglecting my own needs at one point, and now I’m left feeling empty and confused.
Like the friendship wasn’t one sided. Many times he would text first. We would take turns sending good morning texts. He would check on how I was doing with my grief. I would see how he was handling his depression or if he had a nightmare. We were so open with each other. We even talked about things some people don’t share with all friends like his ibs problems and my chronic constipation over the years
I wish he would tell me how he feels. Like how does my friendship even begin to stop him from finding a girlfriend?
And did he retreat and restrict me as a PTSD response? Did he feel overwhelmed by closeness? Did he start to get suspicious and wonder if he could really trust me? Like is he now regretting how much he opened up?