I was surprised that my mother didn’t have any friends. There were girlfriends, colleagues at work, neighbors, with whom she communicated, she was on good terms with everyone, but she never shared her secrets and worries. Only with time did I realize that there is no such thing as a real friendship. I was convinced not only from my own experience.
I had a close friend with whom we were friends since childhood. From time to time fate divorced us, but we continued to communicate on the phone, meet, shared their innermost concerns. I myself did not notice how it happened. My friend suddenly became different in her attitude to me: she might “jab” me with a hurtful word somewhere, make careless remarks about my husband and my child, although we have a wonderful family. He criticizes my purchases and my small achievements in my work, when I want to share my joy sincerely.
It hurts and hurts me so much. She somehow in life did not work out with her family, at work is not all smooth, there are almost no friends. And our interests over the years are becoming more and more different. I find it very difficult to communicate with her now. But so want our friendship was the same.
That’s where I remembered the words of my mother, that the best girlfriend is you yourself. No gossip, no disappointments, no flirting with your husband. Now I agree with her.
