People come and people go…..

Throughout our lifetime we meet a lot of people, some merely passing strangers, others friendly acquaintances. Some people we refer to as our friends, but what the term “friend” means is a very individual and personal matter to each and every one of us. I have recently been accused of being “friendless.” Perhaps this statement is true, but I must admit that I’d rather have no friends at all than be the kind of person that is so insecure that I collect people that add nothing positive to my life, and if given the opportunity affect my life negatively, just so that I can brag about having a large circle of friends. Maybe when I die it will be a lonely death with no circle of friends surrounding me, wailing at the thought of losing a great friend. On the other hand, maybe I will die alone secure in the knowledge that the few true friends I gather over my lifetime aren’t feigning grief while waiting to rummage through my belongings before my last dying breath even has a chance to leave my lips.

Over the past few days I have thought about the people that have come and gone out of my life and the people that still remain. Some of them merely slipped out of my life as our lives moved on and changed, some I still catch up with but not as often as I should, and then there are the ones that I gladly kicked the hell out of my life.

For me, a true friendship is based on honesty, mutual respect, and knowing when to just listen but not being afraid to speak up when necessary. A true friend lends a helping hand but knows when to expect me to work a problem out on my own. A true friend encourages me to be true to myself and care for myself. A true friend not only expects me to strive to grow and become a better person but knows that I expect the same from them. A true friend lets me cry and grieve but lets me know when it is time to let things go and get on with my life.

Many people have come and gone, very few of them do I miss. Does this make me selfish or friendless? I would like to think that friendship means much more than what can I get or they get from our relationship. True friends actually care, they aren’t in it for the benefits. So, I will admit that I have very few friends, by choice. Does that make me a bad person? Maybe. Or just maybe I’m particular about the people that I let into my life.

Please write to me and explain what your definition of friendship is. I am always open to other points of view.

Hello Drunkass

Well, since you don’t seem to have anything better to do than check my blog and send me your nasty little comments I guess I’ll take a few minutes out of my day to respond. Hopefully the other person that reads this blog will take the time to respond and add their two cents to this argument.

I’m so glad to hear that you’re not missing me nor do you think about me. That is quite apparent by the number of times you just can’t help but check and see if I’ve written anything new. You’re probably right, this blog is probably just a worthless waste of time and I will take your advice into consideration and maybe someday in the near future I’ll delete it.  But if I do I’m not sure how you’ll succeed in finding me or figure out a way to communicate with me. It might just be worth it though if that’s the only way I’ll ever be able to get rid of your commentary on me and my life.

Sparring — I’d rather not, guess I said I was ready but that may have been a bit premature. I really don’t want to communicate with you at all. The only reason I wrote that post was to try to get you to stop harassing Laurie. Seems you two have come to a point in your relationship though that you don’t need me in the way, so write to her — leave me out of it.

So, let me point out that you are the one that gave up on our relationship. You are the one that wasted our money and doomed our future together. By the way what the fuck was so special about 1994? Which little tramp were you doing behind my back? Oh wait I take that back because according to you every female walking on two legs wanted to get a little Kelly, yeah right!  But back to my original point, please take a moment to reflect on our relationship at the beginning. I loved you so much that when you decided to try to make it in the golfing world I was the one that supported you, emotionally and financially. You are the one that decided that your path into the world of professional golfing took nothing more than a few rounds of golf a week and a whole lot of beer drinking with the guys. I believed in you – you took advantage of me.

When WE decided to move back to Denver WE agreed that working for ourselves would be a great way to achieve our goals, TOGETHER. We had it made, stressful – yes, did we have it made – yes. Great money, time off, we could have been retired with money in the bank right now. But let me see, YOU decided that you didn’t want to be bothered with the mundane daily work. You couldn’t stay sober enough to get through four hours a day at work, you decided to hide all of the bills in a file cabinet for year and then complain that we were going broke. You wanted to take responsibility for the financial end of the business and I let you, my mistake.

Um, what else? You were bored so I told you I thought you should go back to school. How long did you make it – one week? I decided to go back to school and you agreed, but you later told me that when I went back to school you resented it. Why?

As for my friendship with Andy, I was never unfaithful. I could have been, had many opportunities but loved you too much. He was and is merely a trusted friend that I could get together with and have a good conversation over a couple of beers. How often did I see him — really, if we had something going don’t you think I would have seen him a bit more than once every year or two?

So, let’s move on to Ass…………. Yeah right! Jealous of a little twit that you yourself named dumbass and commented on many occasions that the only way she’d ever get layed was if she learned to keep her mouth shut. I’m sure you two have a lot in common though, she’s a 23 year old idiot that never had an original thought in her life and you are a 41 year old lazy drunkass that finally found a job renting bowling shoes at a recreation center on base. Apparently she’s gotten over her fear of old man balls! When she lived with us and accidently saw you naked I thought she was going to gouge her eyes out – but that was then before she landed prince charming.

How pathetic are you? You want to throw out personal information out at me and complain about how I need to attack other people in order to feel good about myself? What does that make you and the dumbass? What do you two do other than sit around and wonder about what I’m doing and why I don’t love you anymore? I’ll tell both of you why I don’t love you and eliminated you both from my life – you are both insecure little children still trying to deal with your issues of rejection and loss. You two have a lot in common, both of you were pushed aside by parents that were and are too busy with their new lives to give a shit about the children they brought into this world. You can say all you want about me babysitting someone else’s kids but at least I actually give a shit about their well being, I am not ashamed of being a stepmother and I will never apologize for it. Simply possessing a uterus that functions does not make a woman a mother nor does donating sperm make a man a father – you should know that fact by heart considering the relationship you have with both of your parents.

You want to continue to spar? WHY? You’re in love with your soulmate and living the charmed life in Europe, get on with it. Just say thank you that I came to my senses and moved on with my life and gave you the opportunity to do the same. As you have stated on numerous occasions you don’t love me and haven’t for a number of years so leave me the fuck alone and get on with your life.