Hi Everyone,
I could sure use some of your thoughts about the following...
I have 2 friends, a married couple I'll call "Bert and Mary" who have a young adult daughter I'll call "Missy". These three folks moved away to a Pacific island, about 5 months ago, to do missionary work, for at least a year or perhaps even somewhat longer. They are very good sweet people!
When I went through a bad relapse of GAD back in 2006, Bert was a true friend to me. He helped me so much, even paying for me to see a psychiatrist when he felt that perhaps the clinic's shrinks were not doing a good job for me (which was right!) He paid out $400 for the appointment and even met with me there since he knew this doctor. He was truly like a brother to me! I came to love him as if he really was my flesh and blood brother! I helped him with his anxiety issues quite a lot (I am a fount of knowledge when it comes to that subject! LOL!) His wife Mary is one of those people that has no clue to what it is like to be anxious and depressed. If anything, she's chronically upbeat! So she didn't understand at all when he was in low mood and why he couldn't just "get over it". She didn't like it that he took an occassional xanax either. But she isn't mean or hateful, just naive!
Anyway, I didn't know they were moving away until a month or so before they left. When I found out, I was so sad and cried a lot. Before Bert left, he literally cried on my shoulder and said he was going to miss me and that I had helped him so much. He considers me like a sister.
Now I can get to the gist of my problem...since he's been gone, he's called once and emailed me once. Mary does the majority of the emailing and their daughter Missy forwards me and other friends info on their mission work and I love getting these, but am saddened that Bert doesn't email me. Bert and Mary share the same email address, so they both read my messages and I've actually said that I wish I could hear from my brother too sometimes! But it made no difference.
Since they've been gone, I've sent regular emails, keeping them up-to-date on the goings-ons here in town (as they'd asked me to). I've called once and talked with Mary for over an hour (Bert wasn't home). I keep their PO Box checked for them and forward any mail that comes to them. Also, I've sent "care packages" of gifts and goodies. Basically, I've been as good a friend/sister as I know how to be and it makes me so hurt that Bert seems to never think enough of me to email me or call. Am I being unrealistic in my expectations? Is this the way guys are? He's busy of course, but it's like he's forgotten his kindred spirit. I truly feel so abandoned. He was the one of the few people I felt really comfortable talking to about most anything that troubled me. Since he's left, it's almost as sad to me as when my dear Dad died. What do you suppose I've done wrong?
janetlee