I have a lot of interests and I have a lot of different friends that reflect the different parts of me. I am also sort of famous for keeping in touch with everyone. I have a long Christmas card list, let’s put it that way.
As an only child whose friends are like my family and as a single girl for so many years, I know what it is like to feel lonely and how friendships can be so fulfilling. My husband is a lot like me, which is why I like him so much. Friends are important to him, too.
At dinner tonight we talked about a friendship I extracted myself from because the friend had a hard time being a friend. She was guarded and didn’t let me in, even though I let her in. I felt like I could never really depend on her and didn’t know when she was being honest. It’s hard to explain and doesn’t sound as sinister as it seems, but I was very hurt by her actions more than once. It was hard to be her friend. So I stopped answering her phone calls.
A mutual friend saw her today and it made me miss her. I mentioned to my husband how as I get older, my circle of close friends gets tighter knit. I keep making new friends, don’t get me wrong- but have distanced myself to more than one old friend. It makes me feel guilty. I still like parts of these people and miss them, but time is too precious between work and family and kids and seeing my very best friends who are there for me as much as I am for them.