I'm sure of it.
And no, it's not some sort of romantic relationship I can't get started, or one that I failed miserably at. It's a friendship that's jumped down a hill.
I met her two years ago, sitting by the auditorium. I sat down, and had lunch with her, with her friends. We ate, talked, and enjoyed each other's company. Time passes by, things happen. We're still so close. But then I move in with her.
Things became different. We both did things the same way we always have; she still sleeps naked and I still touch myself in front of computer screens, whether they be mine or hers. I still sleep at night. She still wakes me up in the morning with her voice.
But living with her has been a strain on her. I've become what I'm sure she sees as a parasite. I drink her milk. I eat her tuna. I buy her things, but she's concerned that I'm wasting my money. When she's out of juice, it's my fault. I'm reminded of any mistakes I make for hours, days, weeks. I love her so much, but it seems she feels that me coming in was a bad idea.
I can't "give her space"; we have all the same friends, and I live with her. But even then, we don't share any classes, have different lunch periods at school, and I work after school, so I almost never see her. Weekends have become her hell, and the marks she leaves on my wrists are proof that she's annoyed. The long weekend lives on...
What can I do?
And no, it's not some sort of romantic relationship I can't get started, or one that I failed miserably at. It's a friendship that's jumped down a hill.
I met her two years ago, sitting by the auditorium. I sat down, and had lunch with her, with her friends. We ate, talked, and enjoyed each other's company. Time passes by, things happen. We're still so close. But then I move in with her.
Things became different. We both did things the same way we always have; she still sleeps naked and I still touch myself in front of computer screens, whether they be mine or hers. I still sleep at night. She still wakes me up in the morning with her voice.
But living with her has been a strain on her. I've become what I'm sure she sees as a parasite. I drink her milk. I eat her tuna. I buy her things, but she's concerned that I'm wasting my money. When she's out of juice, it's my fault. I'm reminded of any mistakes I make for hours, days, weeks. I love her so much, but it seems she feels that me coming in was a bad idea.
I can't "give her space"; we have all the same friends, and I live with her. But even then, we don't share any classes, have different lunch periods at school, and I work after school, so I almost never see her. Weekends have become her hell, and the marks she leaves on my wrists are proof that she's annoyed. The long weekend lives on...
What can I do?