Friendly Drama: Lost a Wife, Gained a Roommate

I don’t really care for Keyshia Cole or Lil Kim but for whatever reason whenever I stress about my roommate I have to remind myself sometimes I just have to “Let It Go”

Over the last 10 months or so, my roommate and I have been having “issues” to say the least.  While her change in relationship status (and  seemingly ever-present boyfriend) played a big part in those changes, the greater issues lie in our inability to communicate and respect each other’s feelings.  Bills are paid on time.  The common space is kept clean.  The dogs are loved and cared for.  Music/TV are kept at reasonable volume levels.  For all of the points on paper, the things I would’ve told my residents in college to consider, we are good roommates.  However, on the irrational/emotional level, not so much.

On a purely selfish level, I wish her boyfriend would vacate the picture.  He drives me crazy in an extremely passive way.  But he’s a nice guy who seems to have his shit together and she seems happy with him.  So I wouldn’t really wish that.  Instead for months, I told myself I needed either less of him around or more reasons to not be around myself.  I simply feel uncomfortable with him/them.  But that passive aggressive reaction has only caused what feels like an ulcer and hours of complaining to those around me.  So rather than carry this feeling of discomfort in my own home into our new place (lease to be signed tomorrow), I’ve decided to accept I’ve lost my wife and gained just a roommate.

Our current apartment has a nice set-up for roommates.  The bedrooms are large with massive closets and our own bathrooms.  We only share the living space.  Unfortunately, the common space is very small.  Whenever I come home and they’re on the couch, I feel like I’m nearly in their lap.  (I’d say laps but it really seems like a single unit most of the time…)  Because I feel so uncomfortable, I rarely spend any time with them.  In fact, unless we’re sitting at the dining room table, I’m never around them.  It just feels awkward and not important to anyone but me.  He spends more time on the couches I haven’t paid off yet than I do.  For some reason, I see that as a problem.

When she became serious about this guy, I wanted to like him.  I love my roommate.  If someone is important to her, I hope I can like them and at least be happy around them.  It’s rare that I haven’t liked a close friend’s significant other.  There have been some I wouldn’t necessarily care to be around alone.  But generally, I’ve liked them, been able to laugh with them and carry on small talk.  Unfortunately, I don’t feel that way about my roommate/ex-wife’s boyfriend.  Our conversations are strained, our personalities clash and he’s in our apartment a lot.  But as she so eloquently put it after a big argument, she knew we wouldn’t be friends so she saw no need in even trying to facilitate that.  So I’ve been given the out.  I don’t have to like him.  But he is here quite often.  How do I at least deal with him/them?

First, I had to figure out/decide what my major issue was.  Was he the root of our problems or was it us?  As much as he may annoy me :-), he’s not our issue.  She seemingly turned into a different person upon entering this relationship and I didn’t/haven’t adjusted as quickly.  While there are things she’s done that I feel are just plain wrong (and I recognize that I’ve done such things as well), she’s still a good roommate.  She’s just a shitty wife…to me.  (She seems great with him now.)  When we used to talk to each other about our days, she only talks to him.  When we used to go grocery shopping together and fix meals for both of us, she now cooks with her man every evening for the two of them.  When she would go out with me and our friends, she now spends 99% of her time with him alone.  (I have to give her the 1% when she shocks everyone and actually comes out.)  When I’m really annoyed, I feel she’s turned into the type of woman who lives to work and be with her man but I understand that’s not really the case.  She’s just busy and this new relationship is a priority and an escape.  Either way, there’s nothing inherently wrong with it and more importantly, it’s really none of my business.  If she’s happy, she should do whatever she wants.  She’s apparently happy in this relationship.  I just don’t think I was ready for the swift change in our relationship because of it. (I might, in fact, be a little jealous.)  I just need to focus on the parts that are my business.  Only my life,  my comfort and my relationship with her should be my concerns.

Anyway, most people seem to ignore the rest of the world when they’ve entered the honeymoon stage of a relationship.  When you do it, you’re simply “getting to know this new person, fostering the relationship”.  When you’re single (or co-dependent) and one of your friends does it, they’re “ignoring the people who’ve always been there for them.”  Either way, you emerge and after a few snide remarks, your relationships are intact or they’re gone and weren’t all that strong to begin with.)

So with all of this drama and discomfort, why would I sign another 12 month lease with her (and her boyfriend)?  That’s a very good question.  And the answer could simply be money.  Having quit my 2nd job, my finances wouldn’t allow me to live by myself right now.  My car note will be paid off in a year and even if I don’t get a raise (since the economy still sucks), I will be able to afford to live (comfortably) on my own next year.  Until then, having a roommate is the smartest move I could make.  That’s not to say we won’t want to live together in a year (but it’s a distinct possibility…).  And you know what?  I already have a great roommate.  And a great friend.  I’m just struggling with signing the divorce papers.

There WILL be more issues this year.  I am not naive enough to believe there won’t be.  What I’ve had to do is simply realize we don’t think alike.  There are things I consider to be courtesy that she considers a given.  And there are things she considers normal that would never cross my mind.  If it were me and my mother and/or friend were planning to stay in our small apartment for nearly two weeks, I’d want to ask her rather than inform her (although fully expecting an “of course, no problem”).   And if it were her and I had someone over all of the time, she’d probably never say anything about it as long as that person were respectful of her space.  After knowing each other for 8 years, we both should know better but obviously we don’t always.  There’s always room for growth.

We met in the fall of 2002, randomly selected roommates at Iowa State.  Terrified my first roommate would be a whore, a freak, really annoying or disgusting, I was very pleased to have her.  She was smart, sweet, compassionate and easy to live with.  Sharing one room can be very difficult.  To survive with your sanity, you have no choice but to be very cognizant of your roommate and their mannerisms.  What about you and the world makes them tick?  What habits can and should you avoid to maintain balance?  What can’t you stand?  And how do you communicate that respectfully?  These are the types of things I worked with my residents to figure out as an RA.  It’s time (in fact months past time) that we went back to being first roommates and second friends if it happens to work out that way.  I wouldn’t go as far as a contract but we might just need to talk it all out, as opposed to just parts when we’re angry.

*Plus, the last two months have been really stressful for her.  As a good friend and a decent roommate, I owe her some allowances.  She did afterall deal with my depressed/angry/hurt phase this summer after being rejected and laid off.  When she recovers from this, though, we’re officially starting over.  I value our relationship and really hope another 12 months will not be the death of it.  I’ll do my part to prevent that from happening but also realize I can’t/shouldn’t be the only one feeling this pressure.  I guess we have 12 months to decide if this is such a good idea…

Excited to move out of an apartment and into a great house,

Jo’van

…Although I will say it would be WONDERFUL if they spent more time at his place.  Sometimes it’s nice to pretend/feel like you live alone…

Friendly Drama: Friends with “More Than Friends”

When you reach a certain age, you and your friends start to find “more than friends.”  Romantic relationships are healthy, wonderful, fun, etc.  Aside from nuns, priests and people who hate all human interaction, most people hope to eventually be in some lasting relationship.  Not everyone’s into marriage but something steady with someone you care about, are attracted to and can trust?  That’s gotta sound pretty good.

One phenomenon that I notice generally with women is ignoring their platonic friendships.  While I’m sure this happens with men on some level, I have less experience in that area so I’ll just stick with attacking the ladies.  Anything new in your life takes up time that may have allocated for something else.  And unlike a new job or a hobby, a new person in your life requires A LOT of one-on-one time.  You have to figure out who this person is, what they like to do, what you have in common, what drives you crazy about them, what you couldn’t live without, what you never knew you’d like, etc.  But you also have to remember the people and things that were in your life before this person.

It’s always amazed me the way some people can completely change how they live there lives when romance becomes part of the picture.  I’m not saying I’d be above this unfortunate generality but since I’ve avoided the second part of the scenario, I can still feel justified in my condemnation.

When your friend first disappears into the shadow/car/arms/bed/whatever of their new beau, all is pretty much forgiven.  They’re in the honeymoon period.  Let them have their fun.  However, when this new situation begins to affect YOUR normal life, it starts to become a problem.  When your old road dog/concert attendee/danceclub partner/movie buddy refuses keep things “the way they always were”, as the forgotten friend, you have to decide how much you’re willing to forgive and accept.

We’re not married to our friends.  As evident by the happily (or just long) married couples I know, your spouse is supposed to be your best friend.  All other friends are essentially utilized to share or vent about the things your significant other doesn’t/can’t understand.  This all sounds great.  It makes sense.  But living it for the first time is different.

I’m 25.  At this age, (while none of my immediate friends) a lot of people are already married or at least engaged.  I have friends moving in with their boy/girlfriends, buying furniture together, planning extended vacations, discussing rings, spending every available night together.  Despite the tone of this post, I am genuinely happy for them.  If they’ve found someone/something that truly makes them happy, how could I not be?  As a real friend, I have to support.

However, as the friend who’s found a “someone”, you have to decide if your friendships are strong enough to withstand your honeymoon period (no matter how long it lasts).  I may love you forever but that doesn’t mean that after 6 months of being ignored, I’m going to be all that open to keeping you busy just because your man’s out of town.  I might just tell you to kiss my ass.  🙂

Like romantic relationships, friendships take time and courtesy.  We may not be going to bed together but friends do make uncomfortable sacrifices of their time for each other.  It’s just part of it.  Some people can maintain both worlds but the only way to do that is value it.  If you left me, you may have to put in work to get back in my good graces or just drift off…

One common misconception is that it’s the significant other’s fault.  Sure, they can influence what you do, who you see and how often BUT the ultimate decision, and therefore fault, lies with the friend.  Unless violence is an issue, no one can make your friend do anything they didn’t want to.  You may not like the boy/girlfriend but it’s never right to blame the stress or dissolution of your friendship on them.

As non-family members, friends don’t HAVE to love you.  They choose to.  Remember to appreciate that choice.  Not being friends can just be easier, even for the one not searching to make time for it.  Play with your friends, go home to your honey.  (Unless of course you live with your friends.  In that case, go to your boy/girlfriend’s house.  There’s no point in making your friend uncomfortable or feeling unwelcome/uninvited in their own home.  That’s a whole new level of stress.)

Weighing the pros and cons of living alone,

Jo’van

Friendly Drama: In Search of Platonic Male Friends

I couldn’t find a song to address the topic of my post so I settled on some high-energy, neon-colored, baggy, condom-as-accessories wearing TLC circa 1993. “What About Your Friends”

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I’ve spent the past few days with my family in Phoenix.  My younger sisters are still technically teenagers and have high school friends in and out of the house all the time.  While school shopping, my youngest sister continued to run into friends.  Oh, youth.  I was told that at 25 I’m old by a 17-year-old.  While I personally disagree, I wanted to quickly leave the situation.  I have no desire to go back to high school but still… Aside from feeling a little old and nostalgic as one sister starts her senior year of high school and the other gears up to move to California for college, I miss having friends that you were tied to by nothing more than sharing a class.

Junior high, high school, even college, aside from flirting and fighting, you were surrounded by people your own age with nothing else to do but figure out something together.  A friend recently made the point that that’s why so many people find their mates in college.  Four years in a small area with thousands of people within three years of your age.  The odds have to be in your favor.  Graduating and entering the real world, you lose that easy access to potential friends with more things in common than working in the same office, living in the same apartment complex or going to the same gym.  Sure, a campus atmosphere may help to foster romantic relationships but it also allows for easy access to platonic relationships.

As an adult in the real world (granted my real world is limited), I find it much more difficult to foster relationships that are genuine.  I’ve been lucky to make friends with the people I’ve worked with.  However, as I move onto the next professional endeavour (whatever it is), I wonder if my next office/store will have people of similar age, interest and personality.  Will I become the “young, unmarried” one in the office?  What then?

Another thing I’ve realized about being an “adult” is the minimal purely platonic interaction with the opposite sex.  Any single, straight man that I am cordial with now is tied to some aspect of work or is someone else’s friend (usually from high school or college).  Gone seem to be the days of just hanging out with friends who happen to be male.  Without the platonic common ground to start the conversation, most of my interactions with the opposite sex are under the guise of flirting.  Sure, that can be fun but once one of you realizes there’s no spark, it’s often difficult to establish a friendship when there hadn’t been one to begin with.

I miss guy friends, the male perspectives, the big brothers, the ridiculous little brothers.  I miss laughing at the stupid comments, complete inability to dress, or snap judgements of the opposite sex.  I miss watching football, or grilling, or sitting around in whatever was the closest and cleanest.  I like men.  I mean I love them and are attracted to them and all.  But I also just really love being around men.  Because I’m pretty high-maintenance and catty, I don’t particularly care to be around women all of the time.  Sometimes I need a break from talking about weight, hair, relationships (real and completely in our heads), clothes, shoes.  I’m not saying that women as a whole or my friends are shallow (or my male friends for that matter are all that deep).  We discuss whatever comes to mind with few filters.  It’s just that what comes to my mind around women and men is usually different.  I miss being able to explore that other side every now and again.  Sometimes I’d just rather be in the company of people who are not going to over-analyze more than I have.  Rather than offer alternative suggestions, I get straight answers.

At my age, it seems I should be (and am) concerned with finding my next romantic relationship.  However, sometimes/most times I wouldn’t mind just hanging out with a male friend without the quotation marks or hope of something different.

In search of her new platonic beau,

Jo’van

Friendly Drama: When I Didn’t Know Any Better

I couldn’t help myself.  🙂

Okay, okay.  Something a little more serious.  Oh, classic Mariah, brunette, seemingly sane, fully equip with choir and everything.  “Anytime You Need a Friend”

Earlier this summer, I had the opportunity to hang out with two friends from Nashville in Chicago (confused yet?).  I’ve known one of the ladies since 7th grade and the other since 9th, 13 and 11 years consecutively. Those numbers seem like an eternity to a 25 year old.  Just knowing someone for 3 years sounds like a significant amount of time.  Over 2 years?  Okay, you’re verified as a friend.  What does more than a decade mean?

If you were lucky/unlucky enough to live in one area and attend area schools your entire elementary education, you may have people you’ve realistically known since kindergarten.  I don’t mean to take anything away from those people but since I didn’t, 7th grade would have to be my longest maintained relationship and it sounds pretty significant to me.

These ladies have known me for (nearly) half of my life.  They’ve seen me fight, cry, yell, stare, run, and smile.  We’ve seen each other through puberty, AP tests, custody battles, puppy love, first loves, college applications, driver’s licenses, parties, prom, and leaving all of that behind for college.  We fell apart during those college years, casually seeing each other when we were all back home but it was never the same.  And as sad as that realization may have been, there was still something that made us come back together (hoping).  I always wondered what that was exactly.  Obviously, we’d all changed and no longer had the classroom to force us together.  What was it that made me still call her “my friend”?  And actually mean it?

Spending that evening together made me realize what it might be.  Intoxicated by wine, nostalgia, good food and ridiculous conversations, we quickly moved past the awkward “so how have you been over the last X years?”  Within the time of a rerun of Family Matters, we were back in the place of giddy adolescents.  Sure, we’ve all changed, grown up, gotten master’s degrees or “real jobs”, physically filled out, moved past pimples and onto real relationships, taken on new responsibilities and the like.  BUT we also all loved not having to worry about that in each other’s company.  We reverted to gossiping, giggling, smart-ass 15-year-olds, fueled by slumber party antics.  Just trying to take a group picture at the end of the night was a monumental feat.  We simply could not stop laughing.  And it felt SO good.  🙂  Laughing at nothing but ourselves.

Anyway, that evening made me realize why we  should, or at least why I still do, hold onto these types of friendships for so long.  It’s not because these people really play a big role in your life now.  I’m not saying they’re not important or that they couldn’t reclaim their roles of indispensable friends.  It’s just that your life operates just fine without their daily/weekly/monthly interaction.  But when you are with them you can become a person you haven’t been for a long time, since you really knew each other.  You get to not be a “real” grown up.  You get to talk about gossip, not just politics, outfits, not just bills, crushes, not just relationships, life, not just drama.  These are the people that knew you when you didn’t know any better AND still liked you.  These are the friends who knew you pre-filter, pre-adult judgment, pre-responsibilities, pre-grown up.

All other friends I’ve made since these ladies and our core/clique have known me in some part of my transition from child to adult.  Sure, these types of “pure” friendships are possible with people you meet past the age of , say, 16.  But they require a type of trust we learn to not give so freely as we get older.  For that reason, there may never be anything like the relationships you have/had with the people who knew the child who knew everything, rather than the adult who realizes they know very little.

Thankful people still liked me when I didn’t know any better,

Jo’van

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