One nice part about getting older is the more genuine awareness, 🌤“this too shall pass”🌤 when you feel lousy

After a couple days of feeling offended, unappreciated, disappointed, used, anxious, concerned for my kiddo and angry about the whole damn thing,
dreading having to play nice-nice at the children’s birthday party this weekend for my kiddo’s sake,

—today i’m finally feeling better about the ‘friendship break up’ lol..

This experience has affirmed a promise to myself that I am not entering friendships anymore with anyone who craves attention and is chronically in drama because, for reasons that are not my problem, they cycle through people.
It doesn’t matter if they are interesting or seem nice.
I am here because we were isolated in a pandemic, our kids really hit it off and I ignored the flags. Now I have to do damage control. Sigh..

I just hope I can navigate the situation without my kiddo having to lose their best friends. Sam would be crushed. I’m in a much better headspace now to be cordial during the birthday party. Unfortunately, since her attitude is that apparently spending time with my kid was just something for her kids to do during the pandemic, ( My mama bear is fuming heh.. like.. kinda wanna punch her in the face) I don’t think there’s much I can do about Queenie pulling the kids apart.

In the meantime, I just keep trying to encourage Sam to make friends at school and get engaged with clubs. In the back of my mind, I hope it’ll soften the blow of loosing their best friends.