Everyone wants to be liked. Everyone wants to have friends, but at what cost?
Whenever a situation arises when I question a friendship I've made I think of the following:
1. Do I want a friend who tells me the truth?
I absolutely want a friend who will tell me the truth. No question about it. Someone who is thought provoking and even challenging at times is a friend worth keeping.
2. Do I want a friend who tells me what I want to hear?
No. If you tell me that I've lost weight when in fact I know I've gained weight, or that my knee socks and clogs look nice, get going.
3. Do I want my friend to lie to me?
Never, especially if my daughter is involved.
Someone who I consider a real friend lied to me instead of telling me the truth. Maybe they lied to me to spare my feelings, or my daughter's feelings, but nonetheless it was a lie.
Single-parenting even on a temporary basis is not easy, especially in a foreign country. These past months have taught me a lot about who I consider my real friends.
My definition of a friend is:
1. Someone who will help out without wanting anything in return.
2. Someone who calls just to say hello.
3. Someone who offers constructive criticism.
4. Someone who shows compassion.
5. Someone who tells the truth.
6. Someone who accepts me as I am.