I’m lucky, as I go into remission. A few of my friends stick by me through thick and thin, but it seems as though many people see friendship as a commodity that can be disposed of when things aren’t smooth and lovely. I don’t know why it even hurts me. It has happened for most of my life. When I have a relapse, people slowly forget I exist. I feel as though I can only leave so many unanswered voicemails, texts, and emails. I certainly have no desire to be a stalker.
Am I the only one this happens to? I try to tell myself the person/people weren’t true friends, so it doesn’t matter. It still hurts. How do you handle this?
Just so you don’t think I push people away, I have quite a few friends with whom I speak several times per week. I try to avoid what I’m going through in our conversations. I try to keep the focus off of me, though I do listen to all the details about their young children.
My mother said to me last night, “Well, I think people grow tired of the whole one thing after another with you.” I cannot help the fact that I go into relapses!
I was in remission until a teenager ran me off the road when attempting to pass me on a double yellow. I spent 6 days in the hospital. After nearly 5 months, I’m still in a relapse. It could have been anyone. I did not bring this upon myself. It just happened.
I just feel betrayed and hurt. Sometimes, I feel like confronting these people. These are people who had my shoulder to cry on and my support through tough times. I’ve decided I have bigger battles to fight, but it hurts. I guess these people aren’t worth it.
If this happens or has happened to you, how do you deal with it? Do you just let it go? I just hate feeling like someone cares about me and then have them dump me.
:D.
