I’ve been known as someone who hates to see a relationship die. I have the same circle of friends I met back in 7th grade, and it’s been a joke of ours that if we all get together, it’s because I’ve kept the relationships going.
I believe I was popular by association in high school. I had a couple of friends who were popular, and therefore I was accepted into some of the other cliques. (And to the girl who used to turn around to copy answers from me in math class, I just wonder where that got you in life? Because I knew then that you weren’t really my friend.)
Obviously, it pains me to see friendships end. Sometimes, though, it has to happen.
I also have a tendency to allow people to use me. I have a core group of friends that I can talk to sporadically and we just pick up where we left off last. But then I have the fair weather friends. The ones that will drop the friendship when it’s not convenient for them (because I have a child or they have a new boyfriend or whatever life event has come up.) The ones that come back to me when they need something. These are the most draining.
Newsflash. If we haven’t shared personal stories with each other in 10 or 11 months, please don’t think we’re still close. I don’t shut people out purposefully.
I’m tired of trying to please everyone. I’m tired of one-sided friendships. For once, I’d love to hear from people wondering how I’m doing, versus what I’m doing for them. If I’m being completely honest, the past six months have been hard. And if you are keeping up with my life solely through this site, you’re missing out on 70% of my life.
My word of the year is “thrive.” Or survive. Whichever I’m feeling when you ask me. In order to thrive, I have to stop hanging onto the toxic relationships in my life. Life is too short to deal with that.