He came and stayed in October, ostensibly to support me in my grieving for WPKAW, but spent the whole weekend talking about himself and how crap his life is. It left me drained and pretty down myself. Just what I needed to get me over my loss. Thanks mate.
The problem is that he can almost quote word for word everything I said that weekend. Any comment I made has been minutely picked apart and analysed for meaning. He claims that we are bonded in a way that I will never understand and I am his mentor and guide.
If I phone him back I fear that I am just perpetuating his reliance. He needs help. He needs to get out of the house and potentially in a hospital. I feel bad that I cannot help him as he needs help, but no one can make him better but himself. Maybe I'm just being selfish and I should just call him. How hard is that?
How do you help a friend without perpetuating their depressed state?
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