You Know Who Your Friends Are
You know who your friends are when you are feeling mean and you tell your friends and they say ain’t skeered. Yes, we’re Southern. Yes, we’re country. Yes, I love them. And they love me when I am mean as all get out. When I am at the end of my rope and ready to scream I either get quiet or can get mean. I try to be quiet. The operative word is try. I don’t always succeed.
I have been stressed recently and just been trying to get through it. I tried to just warn some friends that I wasn’t in the best of moods and just watch out and please bear with me. I love the responses of, “I ain’t skeered!” It doesn’t mean that they don’t care. It meant that they could take whatever I dished because they loved me and could and would love me no matter what. When you are stressed to the point where you just want to sit and cry, that is so comforting. It feels good to know that there’s a handful of people who actually give a damn and just love you unconditionally. Good or bad. They love you. I’m grateful. There’s a few. I hope they know how grateful I am for them and how much I love them.
- A Note To Anyone Who’s Ever Loved Me (thoughtcatalog.com)
- Y’all, I am blessed in friends. (head-nurse.blogspot.com)
- Ain’t skeered (thethingsihavelearnedblog.wordpress.com)
- Real Friends vs. the Other Kind – A Realistic Guide (igamemom.com)