I want to make a new friend.
I’ve known her a long time, but she’s been a bit off with me, lately.
She thinks I think she’s fat. And old.
Too wrinkly, too dimply, too rough where she should be smooth.
She thinks I think she’s slow and lumpy. She thinks I think she’s betrayed me. Disappointed me. Let me down.
I think she thinks I hate her.
Why would she think that? What reason have I given her?
Well, to be fair, I’ve been telling her that for decades.
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Using words, like that F one, that I wouldn’t dream of saying in front of my daughter, my best friend, anyone I loved.
Berating her for being "greedy", or "lazy", for being too much or not enough.
Telling her I’m embarrassed to be seen with her. Especially when she’s wearing that. Who does she think she is?
I’ve done all that to her. She’s still here.
And the thing is, I’ve done all that to her despite the remarkable things she’s given me.