I think some folks have too many friends and it turns out they are not true ones. Maybe that is my very twisted spin on things, and I fully agree, it probably is. Maybe I've been burned too many times, or maybe I just see others going through ridiculous things and I think, not for me. I have too much already.
A true friend I think is someone you can say anything to with no boundaries. Just say it with ease. Someone you can get into a disagreement with and later discuss and move on. Someone with no judgment towards you or others. And most important of all, someone you can absolutely trust and you just know innately, you don't even have to say, "Don't say anything to anyone", you know it'll go no further.
There's no he said she said in a true friendship, there's no hushed gossipping or having to keep up with what you said or they said. AND best of all, doesn't matter how long you haven't talked, you pick right back up, you talk a mile a minute and even after you are away from each other you think, "dang, I meant to say this or that" like there wasn't enough time to talk about it all.
When I love, I love hard, when I trust, I trust hard. When those things are broken, I am done. I have tried to be different, to change, to improve on those things, to be more forgiving, but I can't. It is who I am, I am what I am.
All this spurred on by a memory of something from my past. A person. Who turned out a little nutty. This little memory made me think about all the things I value in my friends. And why I am the way I am. So my mind has been spinning, churning, and that's how it goes with me.
You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
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