Simple and true.
Susie, one of the reasons I am moving away is that I don't have anyone in town to socialize with. I have relatives but never see them. I have a few friends but never see them either. I've never liked living here, it's time to try to build a life somewhere else.
SWOT, I haven't mentioned this before but I had two close friends in town when Lloyd was ill. One, Pam, had been my friend for over 30 years. The other, Macie, had been my friend for about 10 years. Both of them have bipolar. I introduced them, they became good buddies and moved in together. Macie and I had a falling out when she drunk dialed me in the middle of the night. I became angry and asked them never to do that again. Macie couldn't handle my boundary. Pam and I still talked often. She was instrumental in helping me to survive Lloyd's psychosis. I couldn't have coped without her.
Unfortunately, a few months after Lloyd died, Pam became psychotic. I went over to their house and attempted along with Macie to get Pam to go see her psychiatrist. She was paranoid and hallucinating. I did what I could but it was ineffective. That visit sent me into major PTSD. I couldn't cope. I knew the only thing I could do was to stop contact with them. It's horrible, but I just could not be close with them anymore. I still love them and wish them well, but I could not continue to be that close supportive friend that I once was.
They were as close as sisters to me and I have been unable to find new best friends. Maybe I will have better luck in the new county. Until then, you guys are stuck with me.
