@Laiste
Thank you for that insightful reply.
To everyone saying I should have directed her towards Womens Aid.. I did many times ask her to speak to counsellors, GP, women’s aid.
That was from the onset. From the moment I met her and heard her problems. She said many times and I agreed too, she has PTSD, which I had NO qualification in dealing with and she needs serious real help, as much as she believes just talking to a friend is helping her. She needs to speak to someone professional.
The reason she did not want to - and it took her a long time to seek professional help, was because she thought the social services would take her child away. (I did not know if this was true or not but could not dismiss her anxiety)
I don’t have any experience with this, understood her fear and tried to ‘be there’ for her so that her child and her were both ‘safe’.
I did ask her to call the school and speak to them about her situation, she did. She took a lot of my advice. I tried to make sure that she was in a mentally safer situation while still guiding her constantly to seek some sort of help. Books. Podcasts. Family. Rebuilding her connections with friends and just planning things to do with our kids so she didn’t feel isolated and in that dark place. So often she said, consistently, that she felt her life had radically changed. (We walked a lot over the summer/autumn). She even celebrated her birthday she said for the first time ever, even if it was just us and another friend of hers having a breakfast at a cafe in town. I’m an amateur photographer so asked her to come along with me for long walks and nature photographs and honestly it was great. I usually walk alone and through fog etc by myself so enjoyed her company (though I enjoy it alone too)
This was all out of her comfort zone perhaps. She never did those things by herself though I walk regularly, and with my family at weekends. I absolutely LOVE doing stuff alone after kids have gone to school! And by alone I do mean, alone by myself.
The coffee shop scenario started happening when near Xmas (it became so subtle I didn’t notice) - she started being too dressed up to go for that walk. High boots with heels sometimes. So I’d wait with my gym bag and headphones there to chat to her. It was always dire and serious stuff. Or just she was waiting for a phone call - she can’t walk - because she has to be off soon … and she was smoking again too and just needed to sit and smoke then we’d be off. Except that ten minutes turned into an hour, or another coffee. Her mum was ill and it felt wrong to push her to walk and talk. My shoulder situation meant I couldn’t do a hardcore gym session anyway so I didn’t mind too much.
The thing is, it’s okay to have a coffee. In the beginning she jumped in with me and walked along with me, came swimming with me several times on Sundays with our kids, she went out of her way to do the active stuff. Parks with kids kind of thing.
I had no intention of dumping her. January I held off going back to the gym until her GP gave her some anti-depressant medication and has booked her to see a counsellor.
I was not trying to be ‘womens aid’. Or use her to fill in a gap. But in all my life I’ve never had time to sit around drinking coffee every morning unless it’s in the office with work colleagues before a meeting.
I just don’t see it as normal. Once in a while maybe! I don’t have those loyalty cards at coffee shops.
I did / do like her.
But friendship is about supporting each other? So where’s her support for me on my journey back into the gym?
It’s like a light came on for me and everything has changed. She has no idea how to support me or have a friendship that’s more about healthy interests?
I am there for an hour on Wednesday evenings with her (and maybe she doesn’t want to discuss personal issues in front of other football parents) and it’s not the same environment. I ask her each time if she’s okay and how’s it going but it’s a joyful and blasé reply because there are other parents there she’s laughing and talking with. And her digs at me or her ‘but you don’t need to go gym you look great!’ (I don’t go gym for looks! That’s a by product that I don’t mind but it’s not my priority)
So I think- we’ll she’s okay no serious issues that I need to put aside time to talk to her about?
But since few weeks ago when I went back to the gym - I felt angry several times when she could not understand- despite me explaining to her that this was my routine when we had met, and our entire 90% of the time! In the summer I went for a run after she left, round a field near my house. Or in the evenings.
Yep! I’m that mum at school gates dressed up to go gym/run lol so classy hahaha
Maybe it wasn’t a friendship as some of you have said. I wanted to be there for her in the long run (no pun intended) and felt I had a balancing effect on her life.
It’s awful. I know she has gone back to her ex also in the last two weeks - we’ve briefly chatted at the bus stop while she’s waiting for a bus.
I have empath fatigue or something but I need to motivate myself and it’s part of my getting into my zone for my own work each day. It’s actually necessary.
I feel like I signed off from this post yesterday. But I thought I’d answer some of the posters here. You’re all terrific! Just don’t try and make me give up the gym for coffee shop meet-ups! Xx
Sorry this is so long. Will be turned into a story soon