So I have two big things on my mind tonight, but I'm shoving one down because this other thing is... kinda a lot. So strap in if you're sticking through this whole thing.

So I made a friend through the internet several years ago, let's call her T. I really like her, we have a lot in common, but in short: she is a nightmare friend. She has a lot of problems with boundries and trust. (cont.)

Just for perspective: she lives on the east coast, but for about a year and some change she actually moved all the way across the country to be closer to me. I remember when she called me with "a surprise" and told me that she was transplanting. She didnt have any prospects out here, just a friend of her parents who needed a roommate. After she moved her problems basically became mine... (cont.)

I had to help her search for jobs, I had to help her talk to her landlady, I had to help her find, and pay for a therepist. It was a lot. And then on top of it all she was constantly asking me when the next time I was going to come and visit would be. And every trip I took to see her (it took an entire tank of gas and 5 hours one-way to get to her) ended in disaster. I would arrive and immidiately she would be suspicious that I didnt want to be there.

That was one of the lowest summers of my life... I had just figured out how to be happy and T would force me into a corner. I didnt realize that I could be so angry until I started flipping my lid at her. I started dreading her calls. I wouldnt pick up, and then she would assumed I had blocked her number and use *67 to call me again and again... she would call 15 to 30 times in a row, like she didnt understand what it was doing to me and our friendship.

When that wouldnt work she would search for my last name on yellow pages websites, find my parents and brothers phone numbers and call them asking if they would put me on... it was just a lot of contact when I needed space, and she didnt get that every time she pushed on that boundary it only resulted in me needing more space.

Eventually, after a series of catastrophes, she ended up having to move back east. Of course I, as her west coast contact, had to take the lead and help her pack, sort out her lease agreement, put her up at my house for a weekend and drive her to the airport. A couple weeks after that I told her that I just couldn't take it anymore... It was stress that I just needed to let go. So I forced her to let me exit from the friendship.