My dear shitty friend.

I miss you, really. I know you’re busy taking care about children, planning your and your kids life, hard working in your job, etc.

I’m sorry but your life plan sucks. I see you on birthdays, maybe once per year — really we can’t meet at Starbucks for coffee? For one hour? Once per year?

Yeah, I know — it’s not your fault, but you can’t do everything for your own. You’ve got husband. Let him take care for different things in your life. And live.

You said: “maybe in future”. Who knows what future will be? I miss you.