Sharing a word about what it means to be a friend.
We met late last year, after my daughter had attempted to eat her son’s toy. My husband had witnessed it as it happened, and made Nixi apologize to the woman’s little boy. It was laughed off, and we started talking: me and the one I will refer to only as ‘C’…for sake of not gossiping.
She seemed pretty nice when we first met, though the signs of control were there from the git-go. I noticed it after briefly discussing travel and where-all we’d like to go. I told her I had always wanted to visit New York. She quickly came out with, “No… You don’t want to go there! Everyone just acts like you’re not even there when you walk down the street. They never look you in the eye, and they’re rude.” I just left it alone, but took notice for future reference.
I did want to go to…
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