Oh, and after their senseless complaining, they can’t even stop to ask how I am…don’t even get me started. All I can think when things like this happen is: maybe if I complained more then they could see how difficult, painful and exhausting some days are. Perhaps they would be more empathetic and thoughtful about the things they choose to complain about. But, I've tried that...the result felt accusatory at best and left me feeling as if there was no one I could trust.
Then there are the friends with their agenda, their own or one put on them, who have a goal in our relationship, and when that goal is met - see you next time.
It hurts to know everything I go through day in and day out and for that not to be acknowledged. Heck, sometimes it would be nice for them to take a breath from complaining about their life for a second and ask me how I am. I most likely would lie and say I’m fine, but at least I’d know that they understand that I have an illness that’s a MAJOR part of my life. I’d know they understand I have a lot of bad days and sometimes I need to vent and complain, too. And sometimes, just need someone to reach out...kindness...someone with "skin on".
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