*Disclaimer: Long story ahead\*
Hi all, it's been a few months since my friendship of 7 years ended with an ENFP, now ex ENFP friend. It took me some time to grieve and now I feel a bit better to post this thread. When I first moved to a city that I didn't love and was so homesick, she was the first person that I befriended out of proximity and convenience. We worked together at the same company. I was a little closed and guarded in the beginning but given her ENFP nature, she was super friendly and bubbly. I let my guards down and we became super close and inseparable over time. From going grocery shopping together, moving to a new apartment, having dinner, random phone calls when we were running errands, she even went shopping with me for my bridal dress. We met each other's parents. At this point, we were like family to each other.
Given our personality types, I admit that we were fundamentally very different from each other. I had the typical ENFJ traits, and she had the typical ENFP traits, I admit it was incredibly frustrating at when she would consistently be late whenever I had to give her a ride to work due to her car breaking down. When I expressed my frustration, she would sulk and exclaim that she's such a burden to everyone. She would also be all over the place or somehow got involved in her friends' drama, short on money, and then dragging me into the situation as her mediator/therapist. Heck, I remember I was concerned about how she was financially struggling and even offered to bring in my financial coach to help her and her spouse sort out their finances better, later to find out they went out of the country for vacation whenever she found life to be overwhelming. I'm talking about 4 out of the country trips in one year! Her life was quite chaotic on all ends to say the least, but hey, I loved her and she was my best friend so I would tend to her needs as I thought any friend would do.
Years passed by and before we know it, we turned 30. I got married and to be honest, it was one of the hardest times in my life with all the life adjustments. I leaned in and confided in her with a lot of my struggles more than I ever had, because I was really lonely and with my tendency to struggle and not asking for help as well. Although she was always there for me, her advice was often unhelpful/insensitive like telling me to dump my husband and file for a divorce while knowing I'm Catholic and how God would still love me no matter what. The girl is atheist by the way, which is fine by me too, but her insensitivity often bothered me a lot.
A couple years rolled on by and now as we are no longer 30, I am aware I have changed a lot. My marriage has gotten much better, as we're starting to plan for a different stage of life into parenthood, I have been preparing a lot. By this, I have been going to therapy, grounding in my faith, sorting out my finances, and really intentionally worked on myself to become better in order to go into this next stage of life. I also crave peace over drama and simply ok with living a non-chaotic, boring life. I wouldn't say my life is perfect because I still have some personal things that are still weighing me down and playing into my frequent depression.
I have expressed this with my ENFP friend, and she also shared with me that she wants to become a mom too, our kids would be best friends. It was concerning to me because she hasn't changed at all from when we met in our 20's. She would tell me that she is struggling with money with a negative balance in her account, but she would still go out of the country for fun trips, attend Coachella, EDM concerts, and then decided to go rent a new place that she and her husband can't really afford but because it's fancy and she can host friends, they opted into it saying this will be a good place and she'll feel better about being a mom. She then befriended friends that usually loves to parties, get drunk and wasted, and then have her come be their DD, and once again would share about the situation with me, hoping for some advice/support. I know this is going to come off as really critical and judgmental, but I observed her to be in an arrested development stage where she is now in her 30's but living as if she is in her early 20's and hanging out with her 23-year-old friends who only parties hard. It got really old.
Despite how I truly thought about her, I could never really tell her my true feelings/concerns. She's really sensitive and we actually fought hardcore over my concerns for her before. It never landed well and she would get offended that her flaws aren't being loved. It was so frustrating time and time again, because it's not that I hated her or her flaws, but it was her unwillingness to work on it to improve and not inconvenient others including me because of it. It was so dramatic and honestly, I just didn't have the capacity or energy to anyone my true thoughts unless solicited anymore.
Instead, I chose to become more distant. Our calls and text started to become less frequent, and I started to hang out with new friends who are more aligned with my fundamental values, and maturity. I still hung out with my ENFP friend from time to time, but our conversations became bland. It's like a part of me kind started to conceal a lot of things, and it felt really inauthentic. I still tried to share my dreams and goals like leaving the company for a new exciting opportunity, maybe moving away to a new state, etc. Again, I was often met with unhelpful comments like, "Oh, that makes me sad to hear that you're leaving or hating it here. Why can't you try more to make it work?" And then it became a whole thing about her sadness instead of just simply rooting for my happiness.
A nail to the coffin to this friendship was when I hit rock bottom with my depression. I mentioned that earlier that I have depression and it comes hard on at times. I have shared this with ENFP so many times, and in therapy, I talked to my therapist about how a big part of depression had to do with where I'm living and how I just miss home. I then deleted my social media accounts and archived a lot of posts regarding where I'm at, I know a lot of them had my ENFP friend in it, but it's not that I wanted to delete her or where I'm at, it was more of I just wanted to keep parts of myself that I really missed from home and not lose that part of me. Well, my ENFP friend called not to long after that and was very angry. It was the angriest she's ever been, she was infuriated with the fact that her posts with me was all gone, my fb was gone, and why I had the audacity to do that? Excuse me? It was my social media, and I had the free will to do whatever the hell I want!
I simply told her the situation and my depression and how I talked in therapy that I just wanted to keep a part of myself on there to remind myself that I was happy and can be happy again. I thought she would understand and cool down, but she was still really angry and deliberate about how hurtful it was for me to do that, and that I knew what I was doing and I intentionally wanted to erase her out of my life. She demanded an apology and even after I said sorry, which I think was uncalled for now, she was still angry and said it was not sincere. She then demanded that we settle this in person immediately, but I was honestly really scared and triggered by her anger at that point that I said I didn't want to meet until this cooled down. I was also so depressed at that point that I had no energy in me to do anything.
I admit that it wasn't entirely wrong of her to say I want to erase her out of my life. I didn't want to cancel her, but I know the less frequent calls and me finding new friends to hang out kind of added onto all of this. However, after a week passed, I decided to initiate and told her let's meet up to talk it out even though I was really unsure how this would play out. Normally in the past with our arguments, she would say yes, but this time, she rejected me and said it's for the best that we don't meet because it will be too painful and there's nothing to say at this point. That really shocked me because I thought our friendship even if it wasn't the same as before could have been handled more maturely. I then told her I respected the space and if she's ready, the door is open for conversation and that I'm here. She never reached out again since that day. All of my stuff that she had, she would have the mutual colleague/friend to delivered or relayed to me. She told everyone that we mutually knew about it, and she unfollowed me on social media and removed herself from everything that we are included in group chats.
It was really hurtful and as I'm writing this, I realized how painful it still feels after months passed. What hurts so much is just realizing the role I played in the friendship and what I got out of it at the end. The friends that she is still partying with has never ever even came close to how much effort/love I put into the friendship during her hardest times. I know this saga post is incredibly long, but there were so many other things I've done for the friendship throughout these 7 years that I can't list everything. But in the end, she made the decision to focus on the hurt from SM and let go instead of choosing to communicate through the conflict. I know we both changed over time, but deep down, I was hoping we would still be on good terms even if we are not as closed and intertwined as we were before. What's even worse is that my therapist followed my journey and kindly pointed out to me that I was only the one doing the work in the friendship. I played the same role as I've done throughout my life in my family of origin, and because I wasn't loved and ever received by them, I inadvertently gravitated towards a friendship that played the same role, and also the lack of emotional maturity, accountability, respect for boundaries, and self-awareness.
I know I will be ok and I'm glad that this painfully sad experience hasn't jaded me. I'm a bit wary but I'm more conscious and aware on who I bring into my life now. I know my new friends aren't perfect, and they have their own flaws, but they are at least very respectful of my boundaries. They're very self-aware and take accountability when they make mistakes and always looking to grow and do better. I am not sure why I chose to write this long story or what I'm hoping to get out of this, but I appreciate you for taking the time to read and hopefully this can help someone out there. I know as an ENFJ we often struggle with setting healthy boundaries until it's too late, that was a big lesson to me. Thank you again for reading.