Who needs enemies?
Friends. We all have them. Some are really great, others take a lot of work. I often wonder if we are friends with certain people because they have characteristics that we lack. Some can be very draining, but at the same time, they can keep you sane. I came to a conclusion last week. I am a capable person who, no I have not always made the wisest choices, but I'm still here. I must be doing something right. I am only about 2 years younger than my closest friend. A couple of other friends are a little older than that, but it seems like none of them believe I am a capable person. Anything they do is great or wonderful. Anything I do is stupid. They say disparaging things about my son, my animals, my decisions, my home, but don't dare say anything about them or theirs. Then you are just being nasty. I have been told recently I hurt someone because I didn't pick up on their hint they needed a ride somewhere (even though I use my son's car because I don't