I have known my best friend since I was two years old. We've had our differences over the years, but of late it has been much better. She and I have called each other sisters for years. And in many ways with all we've been through, she is my blood relation.
Last night, and argument that started between her and her boyfriend, became our argument. I stayed away from their fight, but she kept trying to drag me in and I did my best to ignore it. I finally told her to "stop" and to come sit next to me, which she refused.
She has control issues. Whenever we have had problems in the past, a lot of it is due to her controlling the fight by walking away and not dealing with it, or coming up with a million and a half reasons why she is right and I am wrong. Excuses abound. There are reasons to fill an ocean. I put her on the spot.
I got upset, and asked her why she wouldn't come sit with me? She could only say that she preferred to stand. I asked her flat out why she felt the continued need to control this situation, and why, as a guest in my house, she couldn't come sit with me for a moment. She wouldn't answer and I felt as though the argument she was having with her boyfriend switched gears towards me. She couldn't control the problems they were having. She told me I was drunk, but literally minutes before she was ready to pass out on my couch. She said her and her boyfriend were going to leave, so I told her I was going to take her keys. She pulled them back with her hand, and I grabbed her shirt to get them from her. She got very upset and told me that "she would never touch me" and walked out of the house. Granted, I shouldn't have put my hands on her, but I felt as though she was making it a bigger deal than it was in order to find a reason to leave. I think I hit a soft spot when I accused her of having control issues.
I went outside after her and said, "listen, I didn't push you, or touch your physical body, please stop overreacting." I'm not some 230 lb. guy who is physically intimidating, I'm a bit taller than she, but she has more width. She told me she had called her parents to come and get her. But I would be allowed to come and wait with them at the end of the driveway.
I felt like a little kid getting punished. I looked her dead in the eye and told her how much she has hurt me over the years, and how I have felt captive to her mind games. Of all our childhood years growing up together, I never took the keys out of her hands, and I should have. I felt like I was being punished for trying to do something right. She has always told me how drunk I get, but I had had less than she that night. It's almost as if she will come and tell me all the things I have done wrong in life, and how I should change, and do things differently. Basically, I am not allowed to be myself. My feelings are never validated. I felt really pissed that her argument with her bf somehow got transferred to me.
I stormed inside. I went back out, crying, saying how angry she makes me, and sometimes she drives me so mad that I hate her, but that in spite of everything I still love her and she is my sister, but I don't understand why she can't love me unconditionally the way I love her. She walked away from me and sat on the sidewalk and wouldn't look at me.
I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. I had just given her the utmost respect by completely ignoring her fight with her bf, and this is my thanks. I can't hate you now for how you treat me? Even though I still love you in the morning, noon and night? Every relationship, people piss each other off, but if you can't fight and work it out, something is wrong. I was literally standing in my driveway, my arms outstretched, just saying, "I just told you how much I love you, and how much you mean to me, and you walk away from me. Even now, if you got up and came to hug me, I would forgive you." But she wouldn't. She told me in some soft spoken voice that she would always love me, and I would always be her sister, but she wouldn't come hug me and tell me she loved me. She would not humble herself, even a little, to come and give me comfort.
I seriously felt like I was stuck in some Tennessee Williams play, standing under the street light, with her downstage left from me ignoring my sobs. Of all the times in my life I have needed her, she seems to be somewhere else.
I know I said some harsh things to hear. Harsh for her, because this "wasn't an appropriate moment" to talk about this." I asked her what an appropriate moment is? Family gatherings? Lunch out? There is never an appropriate moment in western culture to show pain and hurt from a relationship. Unless it's trashy talk TV. I have kept feelings of pain in this relationship quiet for so many years that once they started flowing out of me, I couldn't stop.
I told her, that this would probably be the last time she would see me. That this moment, would haunt her. All I wanted was to know she loved me, to really show it, and she sat on the sidewalk ignoring me, smoking a cigarette. Her bf wasn't defending her, he walked away. I told her, that how could she know what love is, being a social worker, where it's safe to care. You don't have to get hurt caring about people from a distance. How can you know what love is, when someone who has been this close to you your entire life, is pleading for you to show you care, and you turn a blind eye?
I feel like her way of keeping control is to never get angry. She "never gets angry" but I wish she would. I would rather have her scream at the top of her lungs at me. Because then I could feel that she cared. This is just deadness. Numbness. I was angry because I care. Because I care that she has hurt me before, hurt me last night, and I want some friggin respect. I wanted to know, that my best friend, who I would die for, felt like I was dying for as my emotions bled out in front of me, was worth it. I said, I guess it's better to know now at 23 that you don't love me or need me as much as I do you. Better than when we are 80 and dying, that I find this out.
I often have felt condescended to. There are times when she has treated me more like a child than a friend. Yet all her other friends seem to get different privileges. I always feel like she has never really accepted me for who I am. And that hurts. That makes me feel like I need to hide who I am. Sure, I can put on a nice face for the world, act cordially and get invited to all the parties because superficiality is easy to fake. But lately, I feel like I've been dying inside because of it all. I am growing up, and seeing the world for the first time as the cruel hard loveless place it can be, and I just wanted so badly to know that someone won't give up on me.
My father died last year. Now I feel like my sister is gone. I feel betrayed. I feel cold inside. So cold, I don't even know how to cry right now to let it out. Sure, this is drama. Drama for your mama. But this isn't a typical girl-girl fight. This was like a death. Where is the honor? The love? I'm not a perfect person, but is somebody gonna accept me for me? If not a best friend, than who? I feel like a piece of my heart has been cut out.