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I am completely mortified.

I had a person in my life I thought was one of my dearest friends. When talking about my best friends, I always talked about her. I have a bunch of people praying for her right now. I don't give my heart away easily, because it ALWAYS kicks my butt in the end. And this is why.

Apparently, I am not one of her good friends. I'm completely mortified, because I have always shared deep, dark things with her, things I don't share with ANYBODY. For crying out loud, until she moved last year, I was going to ask her to raise my children should something happen to me and Darren! I am STOOPID STOOPID STOOPID for thinking she was that good of a friend. I'm now afraid that all I shared with her will come back to haunt me. I am scared to death about that, and want to close myself up.  grrrrr

But the worst thing is that I embarrassed her. I mentioned in a public forum, how much her friendship means to me. And she let me know I was out of line. I found out on a special night for me, and it set back in the back of my head the whole night, to the point that I got pretty sick several times that night.  I am disgusted in myself. Why do I always do these things?  When will I ever learn that there just simply isn't such thing as real friendship  It is best to wrap yourself in a little cocoon and hide yourself from the world. Because this is awful.

I'm not good at making friends. I'm one of those people that other just kind of naturally don't like, but I want friends, so I think I try too hard. I don't share things with people, because they freak out when they find out how awful and warped I am. But I do listen to everything they say, I do pray for them. People are surprised at how much I know about them, and how to pray or care for them, because I listen, and I take note when something is affecting them.  

Every time this happens, I vow to myself not to become friends with anybody anymore. But I always weaken. I hear about how other women go out and hang out with their friends, and as much as I long for that, I try to accept that is not what God has in mind for me. And I deal. Because what else can I do?

UGH!

 

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