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“A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked.”
~ Bernard Meltzer ~

I’ve been thinking about friendship a lot lately.

I don’t have a lot of friends…not people I can call up and tell my stories to or people I can hang out with.

I think part of this is because we moved so much when I was a kid. My friends were my family. They were the people I turned to when I wanted to talk, when I needed to cry, when I wanted to do something.

The problem with that is that my brothers, the closest people to me, are much more social than I am. They make friends easily. They like to socialize. So they have a lot of friends.

I only have them.

And that can be lonely.

Then they both got married – to their best friends, no less. Their marriages are the kinds that we all wish we had. They truly, even after 15 years together, enjoy one another.

While both of their wives welcome me into their homes, they are no longer “my” family but I am now “extended” family.

For me, though, they are all I have. And I’m sure that is a lot of pressure to put on people who have lives of their own.

But where does a person turn when she doesn’t really have anyone?