I think in life all we really want is someone that understands us. I grew frustrated in my mid-twenties when I took my friendship inventory and realized that all of those relationships were so superficial. I never expressed my true self. I lied and said I was okay when I wasn’t. I accepted treatment that was less than what I deserved.
In my thirties I finally realized – friendships are work. I have to tell my friends when something they do bothers me, when my feelings are wounded, when I need something. That’s what relationships are. I had to realize I was worthy of that.
I was hurt recently. Not a deep, gushing wound that is irreparable, but it definitely stings. And I’m terrified. But I’m going to be honest. The friendship is worth it. I know that if I don’t say anything, like so many other times before, the bitterness will grow and grow until the relationship self-destructs. That’s the last thing I want to happen. For the first time in my life today I’ll look a friend in the eye and say something I’ve never said to anyone in my adult life. You hurt me.