I've always prided myself on how many close friends I have.
I define my close friends as the people in my life who know everything about me. My best friends. I love them all equally and I tell them every single thing that's going on in my life.
It wasn't until I had dinner with one of them that I realised, this friendship isn't a straight two-way street. It was more of a detour after an unexpected roadblock.
I came back from that dinner and realised that my friend knew everything about my life but I had only gotten a small snippet of hers. I felt like we just had a bad first date and I was the one who made it boring with my long stories and spiels.
The only thing she wanted to talk about was... me. Every time I asked about her or her life, she'd give me a few words along the lines of "work's been busy", "my partner and I are going away to Europe in a few months", or "I went to this restaurant the other day, you'd love it." It felt like she was grey-rocking me.
Because I thought I had done something wrong, I called her a few days later to check in. I told her that I felt like I unloaded all of my issues onto her and I didn't give her a chance to do the same.
She told me that wasn't the case at all. She said she loved listening to my stories about my life and it gave her an escapism from hers, as we're in such different life stages... For reference, she's newly engaged and I'm single.
She said that she doesn't feel the need to unload all her problems onto me because that's her partner's job and she doesn't want to be a burden.
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