The boy has started eighth grade and is blossoming. He has a core group of friends that he hangs out with for football games, pizza parties, and school dances.
But he’s left a few behind, and it kind of hurts my heart. But Dave tells me to leave it be, we can’t orchestrate his social life for him.
I was the loyal friend to a fault. My instincts were to leave no one friendless and leave no friend behind.
This was not often reciprocated, as I was ditched for others more popular, with invites to better parties. Tides turned when I got my own car and was seen as the ride to the dance.
Now that I think of it, I did resent my good nature being taken advantage of and saw right through it. So good on him for being honest with himself and not taking on the baggage, I guess.
I know I’m not right, but I feel like this isn’t right either.
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