For months now, I've been keeping secrets from a friend, to spare her feelings during an immensely difficult time in her life, but now I realize I was doing a major disservice to our friendship and to myself. I let this information I have fester and all it has done is stress me out and in the end, the bad guy won...which is laughable really. I tried to be the good friend and in the end, I'm the one painted as the villain.
I try to be a good person and a good friend, but with 2 jobs, 3 kids, a husband with 2 jobs and his Masters...I'm lacking. All of that said, I think I'm ok with that. I need to take care of myself and my family and if my "friends" can't understand and respect that, were they ever my real friends to begin with?
I do not have room for drama in my life...especially not now. I thought this kind of crap ended in junior high? Guess not. Why can't women just love and support each other? Why can't we be cheerleaders for each other and raise each other up in this cruel world?