I’ve been feeling a bit neglected by some of my friends lately. Nothing serious, as I know they are all as busy as I am, if not more. They have no more time to ring my phone off the hook than I do theirs. But one friend in particular had ignored a couple of emails I sent her, and I thought maybe she was mad at me for some reason. Or that she had gotten tired of me and my infertility, as one of the emails I sent her had been about that. Well, she can’t be as tired of it as I am, I thought.

Anyway, to get to the point, I called her this week because her son just turned two. And it turns out that she’s been having a really hard time of it lately, and needed to hear from her friends just as much as I do. We talked for a while, and then talked again some more yesterday, and I think she is feeling better. I know I am. And I’m going to stop sitting around feeling sorry for myself and imagining what other people are thinking, particularly people who I know love me.

Posted by Bad Penguin at October 30, 2005 11:07 PM