Dear Amy: I have a perfectionist friend. I used to find her neurotic nature endearing, but now that we're both parents, the qualities I used to think were cute are now wearing thin.
This started when we were pregnant at the same time. My pregnancy was a (very happy!) accident. I wasn't married to the baby's father, was working and finishing school, and lived in a comfy little apartment. She planned her pregnancy for the perfect time: a stable job, marriage to a high-earning partner and a big house. Still, she panicked about the smallest things. I didn't understand it, but I rolled with it.
I'm not sure I can anymore. It's not even her frequent complaining that bothers me most. It's the fact that she no longer seems to care about me. I've become some kind of "comfort bot" that she messages, gets a response from, and ignores.
Discussing my own kids seems to whip her into a bigger frenzy. She diverts every conversation back to motherhood. Mostly, I respond with the same stock empathy phrases: "That sounds hard!" "Hope it gets better soon!," and hope she doesn't notice.
She's important to me, but I can't continue. I know that as mothers we're supposed to support one another no matter what and that we should give each other permission to complain about the little things. (Especially now!)
I don't want to be the kind of woman who doesn't do that, but truly, I can't support this woman in this way any longer. What should I do?
Amy says: Oh yes, the "comfort-bot." What a perfect description of what it feels like to reliably deliver comfort, encouragement and empathy — the key elements of being a supportive friend — and never receive the same in return.
If your friend was in a bad patch and was reaching out for help — then yes, you should continue to provide an actively supportive ear. But motherhood hasn't changed her. Motherhood seems to have intensified her already intense reaction to life.