Does anyone else struggle with what I call unequal friendships?
I asked my friend to attend my graduation in September and they aren’t going to come. I’d go for them and I find this happens a lot. I feel friends don’t do for me what I do for them?
Does anyone else struggle with what I call unequal friendships?
I asked my friend to attend my graduation in September and they aren’t going to come. I’d go for them and I find this happens a lot. I feel friends don’t do for me what I do for them?
Yeah that can be really tough.
I had a 'friend' in uni, where it was always a bit like that.
Once, she had started a part-time job and they were having a night out. She was a bit unsure of going so asked me to come along for moral support. But once at the night club, she just chased her boyfriend around (who wasn't very nice), and I was left to speak to her colleagues by myself. They were nice thankfully, but then my friend returned and apologised for ignoring me after asking me along. I was about to say it's okay as she was there now, but before I could she then said so I could just go now. It took me a minute to understand that she wanted me to go so she didn't feel guilty. Walking home alone was tough, as normally on nights out I wasn't braving the streets alone, and feeling stupid for spending longer getting ready then I did actually allowed out.
It's hard when it's uneven. I eventually realised I wasn't actually a friend but more a convenience.
Yeah that can be really tough.
I had a 'friend' in uni, where it was always a bit like that.
Once, she had started a part-time job and they were having a night out. She was a bit unsure of going so asked me to come along for moral support. But once at the night club, she just chased her boyfriend around (who wasn't very nice), and I was left to speak to her colleagues by myself. They were nice thankfully, but then my friend returned and apologised for ignoring me after asking me along. I was about to say it's okay as she was there now, but before I could she then said so I could just go now. It took me a minute to understand that she wanted me to go so she didn't feel guilty. Walking home alone was tough, as normally on nights out I wasn't braving the streets alone, and feeling stupid for spending longer getting ready then I did actually allowed out.
It's hard when it's uneven. I eventually realised I wasn't actually a friend but more a convenience.