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Does it hurt worse....
| Thu, 10-26-2006 - 12:14pm |
when someone you care about tells you "you act different"? I mean, yes, I KNOW THIS. But, when its thrown in my face, it hurt like heck! A good male friend of mine told me this yesterday...that I act "different" at different times...well, duh! I can't help it! I'm freaking Bipolar!!! I try...but oh well.
Another supposed friend gone...just cuz of this stupid BP crap that I hate right now.
Can anyone relate?
Keli

I've had people tell me i'm not like i used to be and they want that person back...that really gets to me.
it's ok, let it be their problem.
God could not be everywhere, so
Now there's a "best friend" for you....
Kelli,
I've heard that one too..."I just can't take you all the time"
Well, WTF am I supposed to do, kwim???
Its not like I CHOOSE THIS.
Hope ur feeling better.
Love and Hugs,
Keli
people don't know when to shut up
When I was a teen I lost friends or wasn't close to some because they didn't understand my illness. That was hard. I was on my own at 16, living with my bf and then latter at 21 had my dd. I was social but wouldn't let anyone in.
The one person I did let in was my brother's gf, Terry, I met her when I was 12. Her and I stayed friends even after my brother and her broke up. We remained friends until Nov. 2003. Her and my brother got back together after many many years for a very short time, about 7 months. My brother had a lot of art work, he was real good. When he died Nov.2003,
~ Tina ~
Tina...this SAME thing happened to me, with the person I was the closest EVER to...my ex-SIL. We were closer than anything...we even lived together once...I took care of her girls, my nieces, ALL THE TIME...when she and my brother broke up, I STAYED CLOSER to HER MORE THAN MY BROTHER. Anyway, as she was newly single, and had a new boyfriend that I introduced her to, she started leaving the girls with me more...and so did my brother...they were MY girls...then, as my BP progressed very quickly, I was so manic I was doing really stupid stuff...she too, turned on me...and kept the girls from me...I was more hurt by her than anyone in my life...I hate her now...and I don't hate anyone...
She doesn't let my brother see his daughters...she blames all of us for SOMETHING, and she isn't innocent either...I still really don't know what happened, other than I KNOW i was pretty manic...I still miss the girls terribly, but I don't cry all the time because of it.
My mother wants to see her granddaughters...but the BI won't let even my parents see them.
All we EVER did was help this woman.
Oh well. Her loss. She will be the one alone one day. I'll get my chance again with the girls...
What goes around, soooo comes around. I've had mine...and she will get hers.
Sorry about your "friend". I have been blessed by 3 really good friends who have stuck with me since 3rd, 6th, and 12th grade. The one I've known since 6th and the one I've known since 12th, both know about my bp and when I told them I could see the lightbulb go on and they said "OH, that's why you were like you were." Both of them just knew enough when I was pissed at the whole world to just put up with it and still talk to me and hang out with me....when I was manic they would laugh and tell me what a nut I was (not judgemental, just friends telling each other "God, you're a nut sometimes"). The one I've known since 3rd grade is a "wierd" one, we continue to go our seperate ways then a flurry of calling and talking to each other and what not, but he has been there for me when I needed/asked him and vice-versa....he was best man at MY wedding, I made the trip from Alaska to TX (with a 6 mo old mind) to make it to his wedding, he came to my dads funeral in April....we just "take care" of each other. I don't remember if I told him I was bp or not.
I have always felt that if someone can't accept you for who you are, flaws, warts and all, then they really aren't the kind of friend you need anyway. I can relate as I have lost friends through the years (when I didn't even KNOW I was bp) who thought I was wierd, couldn't handle it when I went into my rages, whatever. Scr** them, if they can't handle that, so long, don't let the door hit ya in the keister on the way out. BTDT.
Here's hoping you have, will have, a few true friends who can accept you for who you ARE,
tk