I've done a name change for this because I've posted about the same friend before and don't want the dots to be joined...
I've been friends with this person for almost 30 years, since the first year of secondary school in fact. She has always been a sunny, optimistic type and is also stunningly attractive. I've struggled since my teenage years with depression and bulimia and I admit I've allowed myself to become quite isolated as a result. Having her as a friend has generally been good for me because her cheerfulness can rub off on me, but there are also times when I find it difficult to spend time around her because she isn't very empathetic about why I struggle with some things.
For example - I've been overweight for most of my life, loathe the way I look, and feel horribly self-conscious when clothes shopping. She has a lovely figure and can't understand why I don't enjoy having a girly day of trying stuff on. I was her bridesmaid when she got married and she put me in this pale short satin number, along with two other friends who were both about three stone lighter than me. I tried so hard not to ruin her day but I still can't look at the photos with me in, as I look like I'm about to burst into tears in them all!
Another example - she is married with a child and I haven't had a relationship for nearly 20 years because I haven't been able to face the idea of letting another person get close to me and/or seeing me naked. And yet my friend keeps inviting me to get-togethers with a load of other couples with children where I'm the only one who's single and childless, and then doesn't understand why I don't want to go. I have tried to explain how I feel about being the odd one out and she just brushes me off with "don't be so silly".
I get the feeling that she doesn't actually believe that I have mental health issues and thinks I'm making it up to get out of doing things that I don't want to do. I once tried to talk to her about my bulimia and she just said "but you don't need to lose weight", so I've never mentioned it to her again. Similarly, I told her that I was using anti-depressants and she asked me what I had to be depressed about, as if it ought to have a specific cause.
I feel like her life has become so radically different to mine that we don't have anything much in common any more, and our friendship is based on our shared past. I'm not sure what she gets out of being my friend, although there must be something because she does make an effort to stay in touch. WIBU to limit the things we do together and try to avoid the gatherings that make me feel uncomfortable?