Have you ever had a conversation with someone who completely understands you. And you can sit and talk about your issue forever, each one of you saying Oh yeah, I get it, I know exactly what you mean! At the time, you feel content because you know there is someone else out there like you, who can understand you. But then the next day, after the conversation has sunk in and some time has gone by, you feel kinda...I dont know....alone again? Like youve got some sort of weird quirk about you that noone else has? My girlfriend and I were talking yesterday about how when you begin to recover, you start to take care of yourself and you start to do positive things for yourself. And once that happens, you also start to kind of distance yourself from your old friends. Friends that were maybe part of the ugly situation that you were in. And its almost like they look at me like Im alien or weird or something. And Im doing absolutely nothing wrong, in fact Im doing everything positive right now. One of my other girlfriends has a habit of getting in little digs every now and then. She calls me the church girl cause Ive started going back to church. She said oh how good for you but then she makes those little jabs. She says things like this is my college girlfriend but also goes on about how good it is that Im going back to school. I kind of feel alone in the world. My old friends dont understand me as much anymore, and I dont really have a new circle of friends that I can relate to right now cause I guess everything is still so new for me. So I feel like Im stuck in limbo. I dont know where I fit in, or if I even am supposed to fit in. Anyone else ever felt like this?
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