I met Control Freak at a former place of employment back in the mid 1990s. We became friends at work and then started doing things together outside of the office. We’ve been to Florida and the Bahamas together on short trips.
Control Freak has become more freaky as time has passed and this past year I’ve become more and more annoyed. She has obsessions that she flips through and for those of us around her we just have to wait until the latest obsession dies down to a dull roar before we get a word in edgewise. I’m becoming more and more intolerant of the way she behaves.
I know that her behavior has always been like this but now I’m feeling like I. DO. NOT. CARE. whenever she opens her mouth or types up an email. I flat out ignored her obsessive questioning about flying, customs and driving from DC to Richmond the other day and only responded to the part of her email dealing with a restaurant. I just didn’t want to spend time that day talking about how long it would take a person to get here from a foreign country because I. DO. NOT. CARE. Actually, I would care if I knew it wouldn’t turn into a back and forth email all day about logistics.
When I began taking classes for my master’s, I was told that I may have difficulty with people around me. Apparently, there’s a thing about needing a supportive environment for undertaking graduate school at a later age. I have a supportive husband and employer so that’s really been great. I’m wondering if my intolerance has anything to do with the fact that I’m moving in a completely different direction than Control Freak. Not that she’s in my support collective…but she’s out there on the edge.
I haven’t experienced this with other friends but my other friends tend to be more open and honest with me. We have more transparent relationships–where I don’t have to guess what in the hell is going on. Control Freak only lets out a little information at a time and so, therefore, it seems like there’s always a struggle to make a connection/to give a damn. I’m always more than an arm’s length away. I find it’s too much work and I have enough other things: work, school, family, extended family to worry about what Control Freak is thinking/doing/saying. It also doesn’t help that she says things like “dark beer tastes like ass” when I’m ordering a dark beer. Or, “olive oil is so weird” when she knows we use olive oil nearly exclusively.
I know those last two things are nitpicky but they do shine a light on the overall exhaustion I’m feeling about this relationship. I’m not sure what to do.









