By keeping the best, cutting the communication with the rest, and finding new ones who resonate…
Sebastian Kristof

Hi, sorry for the delayed response. I just returned from a much anticipated solo vacation. Not a long break, but enough to just get away from the hustle and bustle of work and family, and clear my mind.

You’re right in a way to say that if a friend is not willing to go out of the way for you, he or she is not a true friend. I guess I don’t have true friends then. However, if I ask myself if I was ever a true friend to someone, I have to answer with all honesty that neither am I one :/ I mean, barring a life and death situation, I would absolutely not travel 20 miles in the middle of the night to make tea for someone, although I had stayed up late at night chatting (online) with a friend who was going through marital issues, and lent my shoulder to another friend who had been through a break up. Maybe I’m just not the “make a cup of tea” sort of friend :) I’ll let you cry, and rant and rave over the phone, but don’t expect me to get over to your house to make tea, dammit LOL…

Thanks for recommending the book. As you probably guessed, I had a fairly strict upbringing that put a dent in my self-confidence all the way to adulthood (although I’m no shrinking violet now by any definition). My parents had high expectations and I often failed them. I know they did everything with good intentions, but as the saying goes, “the road to hell is paved with good intentions.” Things changed when I went to uni and met my husband. He is still the only person who can truly accept me as I am, even after listening to me divulge some of my darkest secrets. So now my guiding principle is to avoid doing those (damaging) things that my parents did.

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