My friend went back home today, she barely said a word on the nearly two hour drive to her home. She had asked my dad if her, her boyfriend, and son could live with us in our small two bedroom apartment and he told her no. When we got back to her place she talked to my dad about something, but would barely look at me…I hadn’t said much of anything. Last night I think she called me to tell me she wasn’t feel well because of stress, which stressed me out because I feel like I should be doing more to help her.
The problem is I can’t help her. I can’t help her financially, I barely can support myself with what I earn from disability let alone support her and her family. I don’t know what to tell her to make it better because there isn’t much I can do for her, I can’t pay for an apartment, she can’t live here…there just isn’t the room, I can’t help her with all the legal problems she seems to be on because I honestly don’t think she’s telling me everything. She’s making herself to look the victim in all of this, but I wonder if she caused more of it.It sucks I can’t fully trust her right now because of this.
When I look at the story and how small details either were changed or added onto as the story came out more and more making me question her honesty in it all. And it makes me feel bad. Some parts of the story doesn’t make that much since to me either, like it sounds like an okay lie, but I know something is wrong with it…I just can’t pin-point it.
I can’t just walk away, she’s practically my sister. I’ve known her since the third grade, (I’m 34 now, so that is a very long time) and she’s the only person (besides real family) that has stayed with me since the diagnosis, and all that. All I can think to say is she made her bed, now she has to lie in it. But I can’t tell her that because I don’t want her even more mad at me…when I have nothing to do with any of this. I think I was her last person to call for help and so I’m getting the brunt of her anger. Which isn’t fair to me or my parents.
My mom has woken up the past two days with nose bleeds and she’s never had nose-bleeds. Nose-bleeds scare me because my dad used to get them all time and they found out it was high blood pressure and mom already has type 2 diabetes, and chrones disease. High blood pressure can’t be good with all that. Now I’m all tensed because I’m tied between the three of them.
Fortunately she asked my dad if he’d pick her up again next weekend and he told her no. It’s to far away and we have an older car (about 10 years or so and it has a lot of miles on it drove to and from Missouri-Iowa, and Missouri-Chicago Illinois many times Plus even taken it up to Wisconsin once for a cousin’s wedding). The worst part is we have every day plans to do on the two days my dad has off, and this throws those plans all out of the way going up to pick her up and take her back home. Plus this weekend she barely spent any time with us, she stayed in the hotel room my dad paid for. If she’s going to ignore us she might as well stay where she’s at.