All of this recent trouble I've had with my so-called former best friend, has gotten me to thinking about people in general. Oddly enough, not about crappy people and what motivates them to be crappy, but more like what motivates someone like me to put up with that sort of abuse? Because that's really what it was. I could tell you the entire story of what this person did to me, and you'd probably think I was totally blind and ridiculous for ever continuing to keep them in my life in the first place. And you might even agree with them for calling me insane, because it seems only an insane person would allow someone to treat them that way repeatedly, and still not give up.
It makes me feel weak and stupid and way too trusting of people. But you'd have to know the full story in order to maybe see why I did what I did. This person used to be really amazing. They used to be my rock. The one person who would pick up my pieces for me and make me presentable to the world again. I was always afraid to burden Natalie with all my neurosis and issues, because I really did not want her to tire of me or think I was crazy or too much work to be around. Not that I ever hid my true nature very well from her, but I felt like I was at least lessening her burden of dealing with me, by having a friend who could fix me up and make me better, so that Nat would get to see the good me more often and not the basket case me.
So in the beginning, this friend was really indispensable. If I had a problem, they were right on it. Calming me down, helping me focus, reassuring me that I was not beyond help and that I was worth caring about and needed to go on living. This is why they became my best friend. They really and truly seemed to care for me and my wellbeing and talking to them always put things in perspective and lifted me up and made me feel like myself again.
But then something changed. I can't even put my finger on what it was exactly. I know they had a lot of bad things happen to them in their life during this time. And I stood by them. Even when they were mean to me and told me to basically fuck off and that they didn't want my help. I took the abuse because I cared for them and wanted to repay all the help they had given me. Not because I felt obligated or like I owed it to them, but because I genuinely cared for them and wanted to help and I wanted to be that rock to them that they were for me all those times.
They rejected most of my offers of help though. They preferred to work it out on their own. So I backed off and let them do it. I felt helpless and useless, but after a time, they did seem to improve and feel better and I thought things would be okay again. I hadn't helped them any, but it was only because they refused to let me help.
But that's when it all changed. Suddenly I was a burden to them. I drove them crazy, they had no patience for me. 90% of the time my worst episodes of depression were caused by the way they were treating me, and the things they were saying about me. I was accused of using them for my own needs and never giving them anything in return. When the truth was, they kicked me away and told me to leave them alone. I tried, and they shunned me. And now I was being blamed for it?
They had a way of twisting things around though so that I felt like maybe I really didn't try hard enough to help them. Maybe when they shoved me away, I should have fought harder to stay and help? So I began to hate myself even more for not being a good enough friend to them, even though I only did what they asked of me. And little by little, I started to believe every bad thing they said about me, just because I figured they must be right. After all, they kept telling me I was crazy and wrong and never understood anything. And as a result, they had no choice but to be mad at me all the time. And I took this to heart and truly believed it was all my fault.
I was a terrible friend and a worse human being. I was insane and neurotic and way too much work for anyone to want to deal with. And they made me feel like I should be grateful that they were still sticking by me, even though it was clear I was a huge pain in the ass. And I believed it. I felt thankful that they'd agree to be my friend since I had obviously made such huge mistakes, no one else would ever forgive me.
And that's why I stayed. That's why I kept them in my life. Because I thought I had to. Plus, I always kept clinging to the hope that the person I knew before, the kind and compassionate one that helped me so much, would resurface again. I felt like if I walked away too soon, I wouldn't have given them a fair chance to redeem themselves. And there would always be glimpses of that person peeking through the hatred, so I kept having hope. But just when I thought things had really changed for the better, everything would blow up again. And the cycle would repeat over and over and over.
The reason I kept them around was because I refuse to give up on people. I think everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves. And the reason why I believe that so much, is that if no one ever gave me that chance, I'd have no one. If everyone walked away from me the minute I did something wrong, or said something wrong, or made horrible choices, no one would be standing with me now. So I tend to give people way more chances than anyone else would ever give them, because I want to believe that if you prove yourself loyal to them, it will matter. And they'll change and be loyal to you and realize that you are the one who will stick by them against all odds, just like you pray they'll stick by you.
But the cold hard truth is that people like that don't usually change. And loyalty like mine is mistaken for a total lack of spine or the ability to stand up for myself. I let them continuously break me down and I refused to leave their side. In my mind, I was proving my worth as a friend. But in their mind, I was showing my weakness and they knew they could treat me however horribly they wanted, and I'd just let it happen.
Through it all, I believed that I was the problem. Clearly I really was damaged and impossible to get along with. After all, they kept telling me I was and that it was all my fault that we fought all the time. But then I started thinking about it. I do have other friends. I have a family. And a wife. And of all these people, who is it that I'm constantly fighting with? All of them? Am I really so horrible that everyone hates me and thinks I'm impossible to get along with? No. In fact, I've been told by countless people that I'm one of the nicest and easiest people to get along with that they've ever met.
I rarely, if ever, fight with anyone. I can count on one hand the amount of arguments that Natalie and I have since we've been together. And out of those arguments, only one of them was actually serious enough to really count. The rest were just stupid bickering about nothing that all couples go through at some point. I'm very easy going, I'm very eager to please people. I hate conflict, I don't want anyone mad at me. I'm willing to talk forever if it means a problem can be solved without having to argue about it.
So why the fuck can't I get along with this person? Why is it that everything I say or do is somehow misconstrued or twisted into something ugly and horrible, so that it's always my fault that things go wrong and that they get so angry, they just can't help but say horrible, hurtful things to me?
It took me long enough, but I finally realized that the problem can't be me. It has to be THEM. They're one with the problem, not me. If I can get along beautifully with everyone else in my life but them, then that's telling. Yet I believed that since they told me all these things about myself that were awful, that everyone else thought the same things. I lived in total fear that if I ever spoke what I really felt about anything, everyone else would hate me too. They conditioned me into thinking that the real me was a piece of shit. And the bad stuff is always easier to believe than the good stuff...
When someone else would tell me, "that person is wrong, and you are good and worth my time..." I'd just think to myself, "no. If you really knew the REAL me, you'd change your mind." And that's how I've been living my life for way too long. Taking the words and actions of one person, and assuming they were somehow the authority on me and my life, and applying it to everyone else I knew. And that's just plain stupid. I see that now. And it ends now. I will no longer allow one stupid person to dictate how I see myself, or how much I trust other people.
My biggest downfall though is that I still don't understand what happened. How does a person go from being your biggest help and supporter, to becoming the person who tears you down the most and uses all those weaknesses they learned about, against you? What makes a person do that? If they had been horrible right from the start, I never would have trusted them at all or given a damn what they said. But I trusted them and they were there for me, and suddenly it all changed without reason.
If anyone has bothered to read this rambling all the way through, thank you. And I'll just ask you this. Do you give people way more chances to prove themselves than they deserve, or are you quick to write off people who you feel are damaging? I think I need to change a little and stop being so forgiving of people. It doesn't lead to me heroically changing their lives, it only leads to me being abused and broken down until I don't even want to keep going anymore. And I can't let that happen again.



