That night, I cried on my mom’s lap. That’s how upset I was. And my mom said that if they were real friends, they would have figured out a game that all of us could play. I can’t stand when she says stuff like that. It makes me think she doesn’t get it. Bad friends were better than no friends. And besides, I thought they were my real friends in the first place. That was the whole reason I was crying.
It’s so hard to know what to say on these situations as a grown person talking to a child. On the one hand you want to use the crappy context to show and teach the lesson of what a real friend is supposed to act like, on the other hand you forget to focus on the pain of the newly found truth that your friends aren’t as good as you thought they were. 😔
