Outside of my family, I have zero friends. Mostly because over the course of the past 89 years, I found most ‘friendships’ to be a one way street. And of course the others died off.
OPPS! That should read, “Over the course of the past 80 years.
Damned old eyes & fingers. Or should that be damned old fingers & eyes?
You could be describing me.
I grew up in a HUGE family. My mother was 1 of 8 children, I was one of 7.
Of the 8 Aunts and Uncles, there were 43 first cousins. We lived fairly close, in that I walked by their house on the way to school, or they did.
Friends? I haven’t really talked to any of them in years. They faded into the past, living miles away, or they have passed. I do still have family, and my best friend is 9 months older than me. Rumor has it, he was so cute, that my Mom and Dad went home and made one cuter...ME.
My Brother is 3 years younger, he is a great friend. As are his 4 boys and 2 girls. My 6 kids are my friends now, as the youngest is 35. I have 17 grandchildren, talk about friends, these are the best.
Seriously, who needs friends or has time for real relationships with them when a persons life is this full?
Thank you Father in Heaven, you blessed me beyond my imagination.
I guess I forgot the love of my life. She is the girl my Mom warned me about, and the one my Dad used to coerce away to “shoot the sheet” with in the cigarette friendly room. She is the one who holds me together, while I keep her wheels on the ground, Mustang Sandd......its not really spelled that way, but I changed the spelling, you can guess why.