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and sometimes that shit is draining.
she's 66 and has mobility issues. her knees are bad so she can't really walk around like that, and she also can't (or doesn't want to) drive anymore. so she's essentially a shut in. i do little things for her like go get her groceries once a week, take out the trash, other little odd chores like that around the house when i stop by to see her. all of those things are valuable to her, but mostly she appreciates that i come by and hang out.
she has better days, and then periods where nothing seems to go her way. right now is one of those times. she's been suffering from chronic diarrhea (i know, disgusting) for several months now and all the tests, including a colonoscopy, reveal nothing wrong. she is able to manage it some with prescription medication, but sometimes it's worse than other times. on top of having a rough week in that regard, other things are not working out and she is, rightfully, frustrated with life.
i try to do everything i can to help her out. and in genuinely care about her, she's one of my closest friends in many regards. sometimes i feel a tinge of guilt if there's things i don't get to, or i'm not able to get by or even just that things aren't done that need to be and i *could* get them done.
but damn yo, i have my own family to take care of so some of those things have to take a backseat, and she certainly understands that. she doesn't make me feel guilty, but i wish that there was more that i could do sometimes.
she's having a rough week/day and alluded that she's not even sure what the point of being alive is, that when you have absolutely nothing to look forward to, there's really no point. i'm concerned. i don't consider her suicidal, but there's family history there. if something were to happen to her, especially that, i would be crushed. absolutely crushed.
i left her house today telling her that i would see her tomorrow. try to give her something else to live for or look forward to in the slightest. luckily, she has two cats that she adores so i thing that is enough for her to hold on if she ever does get to that point.
i don't like the feeling of wanting to be able to do more, but at the same time not being able to. i don't feel guilty for that, but i want her to be taken care of. i'm pretty much the only person that she has in her life on a somewhat regular basis. her sisters don't see her, her friends have either moved on or passed away. there's a couple people she sees here and there, but not really.
sorry, i know this is a long read and nobody is probably gonna read the whole thing, but i've never really typed/talked about it. when she's having a rough time she's really down and gets right crotchety. that shit is draining too. but being as she has nobody else in her life, i also get to play the part of the sounding board to vent and complain to. that shit is draining.
i don't even know exactly what i'm confessing except that this friendship/relationship can be draining, and i don't like it when it's like that.
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