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I originally asked a question similar to this in “Ask an Apologist,” but as I figured it wasn’t answered. This is probably best, cause I would like more varied (name removed by moderator)ut.
This past year in college, my sophomore year, I lived with an international student from China along with two other friends in the adjacent room. My previous roommate was one of my other friends, and my Chinese roommate lived next door to me the year before. I’m an only child, so I wasn’t sure what to expect when I first shared a room. Thankfully, everything went almost perfect with my first roommate. Unfortunately, it didn’t work out that way with my Chinese friend. Not only was she used to having a room all to herself, she was used to sleeping in a house with her mother, who is an extremely light sleeper. I’m used to a noisy house and falling asleep with the television on, so I essentially let her do whatever once I went to bed; I’d even let her keep the lights on so long as she didn’t listen to anything at an unreasonably loud volume. However, I ended up feeling like I was a guest living in her room after a few weeks. I had to do several things so that she could sleep without waking up, including:
) In addition, she’s experiencing now many things here in America as I did back in middle school, which I have learned to deal with over the past few years. I’m glad that I’m able to give her helpful advice and I’m glad to know that she at least listens to it.
Unfortunately, one day after a series of incidents, I ended up losing my cool and slammed our bathroom door while she was laying in bed at night. It resulted in her verbally attacking me by blaming my refusal to be quiet enough for her to sleep as what caused her to start going to therapy. Of course, I didn’t attack her back, simply said something like, “you shouldn’t blame me for that” and went into the bathroom, laid on the floor, and cried. My previous roommate was in the bathroom and saw the whole thing, and she told me that I did the right thing by not feeding it back to her. Thankfully, she heard me crying and came back into the bathroom, apologized, and made sure I had calmed down before she went back.Earlier in the year, a similar incident happened - though not as extreme - in which I said the wrong thing (honestly, I was intentionally a bit short with her) at the wrong time and ended up getting blamed for her “failure” at her German final.
After that incident, I realized that, even though I forgave her the moment she came into the bathroom, I was afraid of upsetting her for fear of being hurt in response. I think my failure to speak up at the beginning of the year led her to believe that I had no problems with her behavior, so any time I would bring up something that irritated me, I was worried that she would take it as a personal attack since I had not told her upfront - she’s the kind of person who tells you when you do something that she doesn’t like the moment she doesn’t like it, the exact opposite of my behavior. In other words, I quietly grinned and bared the rest of the anger and fear I felt the rest of the year and dealt with it. Now that we’re on summer vacation, I’m afraid to tell her how frustrated I was because I don’t want to lose her as a friend.
I’ve only recently come to realize, through the help of an amazing priest, that my previous relationships, both romantic and platonic friendships, have been largely codependent that resulted in large scars that are still healing to this day. In other words, I have a VERY difficult time telling where the line is between Christian love for one’s neighbor, especially at the expense of one’s own comfort, and an emotionally abusive relationship.
Anyone. . . please help? Do you have any good Catholic Christian resources on the subject? Any personal advice?
Thank you so much in advance!
This past year in college, my sophomore year, I lived with an international student from China along with two other friends in the adjacent room. My previous roommate was one of my other friends, and my Chinese roommate lived next door to me the year before. I’m an only child, so I wasn’t sure what to expect when I first shared a room. Thankfully, everything went almost perfect with my first roommate. Unfortunately, it didn’t work out that way with my Chinese friend. Not only was she used to having a room all to herself, she was used to sleeping in a house with her mother, who is an extremely light sleeper. I’m used to a noisy house and falling asleep with the television on, so I essentially let her do whatever once I went to bed; I’d even let her keep the lights on so long as she didn’t listen to anything at an unreasonably loud volume. However, I ended up feeling like I was a guest living in her room after a few weeks. I had to do several things so that she could sleep without waking up, including:
- Turning off all lights, including my desk light
- Unplug my mouse and use the trackpad on my laptop because the clicking was too loud
- Get changed before she went to bed because the sound of the drawers opening and closing scared her when she was sleeping
- Not fluff my pillow once she was on her bed
- Make sure not to cough too loudly when I was sick (I have asthma, so colds are HORRIBLE for me)
Unfortunately, one day after a series of incidents, I ended up losing my cool and slammed our bathroom door while she was laying in bed at night. It resulted in her verbally attacking me by blaming my refusal to be quiet enough for her to sleep as what caused her to start going to therapy. Of course, I didn’t attack her back, simply said something like, “you shouldn’t blame me for that” and went into the bathroom, laid on the floor, and cried. My previous roommate was in the bathroom and saw the whole thing, and she told me that I did the right thing by not feeding it back to her. Thankfully, she heard me crying and came back into the bathroom, apologized, and made sure I had calmed down before she went back.Earlier in the year, a similar incident happened - though not as extreme - in which I said the wrong thing (honestly, I was intentionally a bit short with her) at the wrong time and ended up getting blamed for her “failure” at her German final.
After that incident, I realized that, even though I forgave her the moment she came into the bathroom, I was afraid of upsetting her for fear of being hurt in response. I think my failure to speak up at the beginning of the year led her to believe that I had no problems with her behavior, so any time I would bring up something that irritated me, I was worried that she would take it as a personal attack since I had not told her upfront - she’s the kind of person who tells you when you do something that she doesn’t like the moment she doesn’t like it, the exact opposite of my behavior. In other words, I quietly grinned and bared the rest of the anger and fear I felt the rest of the year and dealt with it. Now that we’re on summer vacation, I’m afraid to tell her how frustrated I was because I don’t want to lose her as a friend.
I’ve only recently come to realize, through the help of an amazing priest, that my previous relationships, both romantic and platonic friendships, have been largely codependent that resulted in large scars that are still healing to this day. In other words, I have a VERY difficult time telling where the line is between Christian love for one’s neighbor, especially at the expense of one’s own comfort, and an emotionally abusive relationship.
Anyone. . . please help? Do you have any good Catholic Christian resources on the subject? Any personal advice?
Thank you so much in advance!