Just for some background: I'm 30 years old. My best friend and I have been together for 15 years. We are very close and live together. My family is very small. I'm an only child, one cousin. In October 2011 my mom passed away and the only real wise influence left in my life is my best friend's mom.
Last weekend (one week today) my bestie went on a date with a new boy. Well the date went well and she ended up staying at his house all night. Sunday afternoon she came back home long enough to get dressed and drive with me to my new company's Christmas party (that she had known about for a month). From the moment she sat down when she got home she was saying things like "I should never have left him..." She was checking her phone incessantly to see if he messaged her. We got to my company Christmas party and I was trying to introduce her to my co-workers and each time she deigned to pick her head up and give a non-committal grunt. We sat down and after 5 minutes I leaned over and asked if she wanted to leave so she could go back to his house, to which she replied: Yes. So I took her home and off she went.
Monday she took off from work and ended up staying there for 2 straight days with him. When she got home Monday night of course she came and gushed about this man to me while sitting on my bed. So, here's the deal: I'm coming into a new stage in my life where exciting things are happening. I'm quickly losing weight (60lbs down now), fitting into cuter clothes and starting to get noticed. I'm actively trying to make adult decisions and live my life in a 'grown up' manner. I decided that it would be nice if I tried to start dating too.
Every night this week after work she has come in my room, parked herself on my bed and has gone on hour + gushing sprees about this new boy of hers. She goes into some pretty deep detail, which is not unusual, we've been besties for 15 years. It f-ing kills me inside. I couldn't be happier for her. I think we should all grab every bit of happy we can while we're on this side of the dirt. I don't think it's a jealous feeling that I have because I don't think this boy is cute at all, like, at all. If anything it's a "I want that for myself." feeling. Whatever the hell it is - it hurts like hell. Wednesday night it got so bad I had to get up from my own room and go make a pot of coffee so I could stand in front of the sink and cry.
I feel terribly trapped. It seems like I have nobody to talk to. I cant talk to her about it because I don't want to quell her long-deserved happiness. I can't talk to my mom (some say I can, just talk, she'll hear you. Malarkey) for obvious reasons. I tried talking to her Mom who is the coolest chick ever. She offered solace at her house which is far enough away to be a safe distance but close enough I could sleep there.
Should I tell my best-friend how I feel? If so, how can I word it? She's a very fickle person, very easy to irritate. She gets home earlier than I do and I told her if she comes home with this boy to our apartment to please let me know so I can detour and allow them privacy. She didn't take it well and I ended up backpedaling for half an hour. I love to hear about how happy she is but she's very unabashed about giving nice little details of loving things he does that I'd like to experience for myself. It hurts very much bad. It inspires many deep, deep feelings. It makes me want to pick up the phone and call my mom just so I can hear her mom-like reassurances which in turn causes me to re-open fresh wounds on that front.
Please bear in mind that my best friend is my heart. She has pulled me through the hardest parts of my life and I intend to show her and her new found relationship the highest respect. I'm faced with a terrible decision: Talk to her about how I feel and run the risk of driving her away or sit in silence and experience a nightly roller coaster of emotions.
Help?
Last weekend (one week today) my bestie went on a date with a new boy. Well the date went well and she ended up staying at his house all night. Sunday afternoon she came back home long enough to get dressed and drive with me to my new company's Christmas party (that she had known about for a month). From the moment she sat down when she got home she was saying things like "I should never have left him..." She was checking her phone incessantly to see if he messaged her. We got to my company Christmas party and I was trying to introduce her to my co-workers and each time she deigned to pick her head up and give a non-committal grunt. We sat down and after 5 minutes I leaned over and asked if she wanted to leave so she could go back to his house, to which she replied: Yes. So I took her home and off she went.
Monday she took off from work and ended up staying there for 2 straight days with him. When she got home Monday night of course she came and gushed about this man to me while sitting on my bed. So, here's the deal: I'm coming into a new stage in my life where exciting things are happening. I'm quickly losing weight (60lbs down now), fitting into cuter clothes and starting to get noticed. I'm actively trying to make adult decisions and live my life in a 'grown up' manner. I decided that it would be nice if I tried to start dating too.
Every night this week after work she has come in my room, parked herself on my bed and has gone on hour + gushing sprees about this new boy of hers. She goes into some pretty deep detail, which is not unusual, we've been besties for 15 years. It f-ing kills me inside. I couldn't be happier for her. I think we should all grab every bit of happy we can while we're on this side of the dirt. I don't think it's a jealous feeling that I have because I don't think this boy is cute at all, like, at all. If anything it's a "I want that for myself." feeling. Whatever the hell it is - it hurts like hell. Wednesday night it got so bad I had to get up from my own room and go make a pot of coffee so I could stand in front of the sink and cry.
I feel terribly trapped. It seems like I have nobody to talk to. I cant talk to her about it because I don't want to quell her long-deserved happiness. I can't talk to my mom (some say I can, just talk, she'll hear you. Malarkey) for obvious reasons. I tried talking to her Mom who is the coolest chick ever. She offered solace at her house which is far enough away to be a safe distance but close enough I could sleep there.
Should I tell my best-friend how I feel? If so, how can I word it? She's a very fickle person, very easy to irritate. She gets home earlier than I do and I told her if she comes home with this boy to our apartment to please let me know so I can detour and allow them privacy. She didn't take it well and I ended up backpedaling for half an hour. I love to hear about how happy she is but she's very unabashed about giving nice little details of loving things he does that I'd like to experience for myself. It hurts very much bad. It inspires many deep, deep feelings. It makes me want to pick up the phone and call my mom just so I can hear her mom-like reassurances which in turn causes me to re-open fresh wounds on that front.
Please bear in mind that my best friend is my heart. She has pulled me through the hardest parts of my life and I intend to show her and her new found relationship the highest respect. I'm faced with a terrible decision: Talk to her about how I feel and run the risk of driving her away or sit in silence and experience a nightly roller coaster of emotions.
Help?

