Is it any wonder that I feel like a yo-yo? What do I make of her on-again-off-again friendship habits? And why do they make me feel so insecure?
Q:
At 39 years old, I dislike feeling as if I’m a sophomore in high school.
I thought I left social insecurities behind decades ago, only to find myself in an uncomfortable, confusing situation.
I met Yocheved several years ago when she moved to my neighborhood. We hit it off immediately; she called often with various questions, I called to check up on her, and a friendship was born. When she called, even if only to ask where the shaatnez check was located, we ended up schmoozing for a while.
Over time, I noticed a pattern. Yocheved likes her space; she’s a busy person with a big family and full-time job, and it seems that friends are not a high priority. She doesn’t thrive on friendships like other women do. (Like I do?)
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