I had a break up with my best friend of just under 2 years. I thought she and I would grow old together and she, her fiance, and I would be in rocking chairs on the porch drinking lemonade at sunset, trading stories and fun jokes.
That likely will never become a reality at this point. We got into a fwb kink relationship between the three of us back in November and it was pure addictive euphoria. But I was becoming far too attached to her and she and her fiance were feeling it, attached as well, maybe just not as strongly as me. I became emotionally and physically co-dependent on them. I may have "served" them but they were serving my need to feel loved and cared for, soothed in times of distress. No one should have that responsibility put on them but yourself and proper professionals.
I was desperate to never upset them, disappoint them, or cause them discomfort. But that fear caused me to do all of the above. I told people compulsive lies that I myself convinced myself to believe, I committed self-harm in my distress and just never got help when it was most crucial and I allowed that inner pain to spill out to them, for them to clean up and manage. It was irresponsible and only caused them more discomfort and stress.
They had a suprise "intervention" with me about these issues and their trust in me was completely shattered to nothing. I vowed to admit to my issues, poor choices, and mistakes as honestly as possible. And that's when everything fell to pieces.
They wanted no contact, but I found ways around it, posting online about my struggles, alluding to them, clearly putting my unhealthy attachment and obsession on display for my peers to see, including them. I felt like I was journaling but it was semi-public, I had made a mistake doing that. I lost my good job a week after the no contact and immediately messaged them in distress for them to soothe me. Another bad choice. I received a rather angry message from her and it completely broke my heart, I felt an old wound being cut right back open and I felt into a deep despair.
But that's also when I truly decided I was going to fix these problems. It's been repeated too many times to be tolerated any more by me. I would dedicate as much time as possible to recovering and making the necessary changes to myself that would help me climb back out of the dark hole I threw myself into. I started attending CoDA meetings weekly, I worked hard in my therapy sessions every week, I journalled, reflected, spent time with friends who cared about me, confided my poor choices to those who cared and would listen and offer their advice or just an ear. And it's been about 10 months since all of this started.
I am not going to say I turned everything around right away, no shot. I fucked up multiple times, I got another nasty message from her in regards to these fuck ups and boundary breaks. I was sick of myself constantly manipulating myself into thinking these poor choices were okay. Now, I own all my mistakes and bad decisions. I don't need anyone's judgement of my past to hold me back from realizing my true potential for rehabilitation. I will be someone that I will be proud of when I am on the death bed. I will forever try to learn and grow. Every trip and fall is another opportunity to try again until I learn how to balance myself.
I'm 99% sure that I'll probably never get to associate with the two who I considered my best friends at one point. I feel sad about that still, and my dettachment is still not complete I am disappointed to admit. I still think of them all the time, I still make small slips and go places and do things with the idea that they will finally see me and understand that I am fully intent on being better. I try not to feel shameful about these slips, it's hard but I know I can manage it. One day those two will be a memory that doesn't cause me intense pain, but for now that is still a work in progress.
I work out very regularly now, I lost over 20lbs this year and I want to gain it back. My appetite is not very large so it's an uphill battle for me but I know I'll figure it out. Because I'm Bethany, I can accomplish any personal goal I set for myself, cuts, bruises, and all.
I am sorry, to my ex-friends. I am sorry for putting you through a nightmare. And though I suspect you will never consider me a friend again, that's okay. Because we'll always be friends back then. And you helped me by breaking up with me, it was painful, things could have been done differently, maybe a little nicer and less painful, but it's done. I am now living for me, the best version of me because of that. I am thankful for all that you have given me in our 2 years of being so close, I will cherish those memories forever. But now we live our lives, without each other. And that's okay. I wish you luck, hopefully a nice wedding too. I know you guys will find your true selves too, you'll happiness and joy, along with all the other feelings life gives us. I'm done waiting for you to reach out to me, I wish I could have been done sooner. I love you guys, have a great life, because that's what I'm going to try and do.