For months, I told myself I needed either less of him around or more reasons to not be around myself. I simply feel uncomfortable with him/them. But that passive aggressive reaction has only caused what feels like an ulcer and hours of complaining to those around me. So rather than carry this feeling of discomfort in my own home into our new place (lease to be signed tomorrow), I’ve decided to accept I’ve lost my wife and gained just a roommate.
Friendly Drama: Friends with “More Than Friends”
When your friend first disappears into the shadow/car/arms/bed/whatever of their new beau, all is pretty much forgiven. They’re in the honeymoon period. Let them have their fun. However, when this new situation begins to affect YOUR normal life, it starts to become a problem. When your old road dog/concert attendee/danceclub partner/movie buddy refuses keep things “the way they always were”, as the forgotten friend, you have to decide how much you’re willing to forgive and accept.
Friendly Drama: In Search of Platonic Male Friends
At my age, it seems I should be (and am) concerned with finding my next romantic relationship. However, sometimes/most times I wouldn’t mind just hanging out with a male friend without the quotation marks or hope of something different.
Friendly Drama: When I Didn’t Know Any Better
These ladies have known me for (nearly) half of my life. They’ve seen me fight, cry, yell, stare, run, and smile. We’ve seen each other through puberty, AP tests, custody battles, puppy love, first loves, college applications, driver’s licenses, parties, prom, and leaving all of that behind for college. We fell apart during those college years, casually seeing each other when we were all back home but it was never the same. And as sad as that realization may have been, there was still something that made us come back together (hoping). I always wondered what that was exactly. Obviously, we’d all changed and no longer had the classroom to force us together. What was it that made me still call her “my friend”? And actually mean it?
Friendly Drama: My Wife is Cheating on Me (and I’m Almost Okay with It)
I’m not ready for her to move on because that forces me to accept she won’t always be around when I want her to be and to consider why I haven’t, especially since I’m the one that thought they wanted to. I know you can’t force things and everything good comes in time but still…
Friendly Drama: Married to Another Woman but Straight?
It’s interesting to have a friend who feels so much like family. While I consider her my sister, sometimes it seems more fitting to refer to her as my wife. We’re like roommates for life (but not really. I hope one day both of us can be married to other people…). All of the bills are split down the middle. We’re “raising” our children (the dogs) together. When I’m running late in the morning, she’ll make my coffee and put it in a mug. If I know she’s drank a little more than normal, I’ll try to make sure we have Powerade in the morning. Leftovers are automatically separated into tupperware for our lunches the next day. She does most of the cooking and cleaning. I get to carry the heavy items upstairs. (To be fair, she’ll do this also. It’s just easier for me to do it most of the time.) When I’m going out or doing something, I’ll often say “we”, just assuming she’s coming along. My friends are her friends and it only seems natural that they should be. When we fight, we often try to end it and pout for a few hours or days then just get over it. In short, we’re a married couple who’s not intimate. (As much as I love her, that would just be gross and wrong. Ewwww.)
Friendly Drama: Breaking Up with a Group
Have you ever found yourself with a certain group of people for a particular purpose? The purpose isn’t that important. It could be a prayer group, a French group, an ex-employee group, a band, an exercise group, whatever. The important thing is they’re not family and you don’t rely on them for a paycheck.
Everything is wonderful when it begins. You got together for a good reason and was excited to do so. Whoo hoo, fun! Until it starts to fall apart. Level of communication disintegrates. People start to wear on your nerves. When do you know if enough is enough? When do you say goodbye?
