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When you wake up in the morning and realize that your friends fled your house, you panic. Chain of events starts running through your head, then you sit down and put your hands on your head, bow down and realize “you are a terrible hostess and a bad, bad friend”. It was a three day weekend, it was agreed that our out of town friends will come for a visit. The plan was to hang out, spend some time together, and relax. Great plan. “Please make sure the dinner is waiting for us when we arrive”, not a problem, after a long drive it is very pleasant when hot food is waiting for you. Friends arrive, dinner is ready, bedroom is ready, clean sheets are fresh, the bed is inviting. It's a perfect rest. It's a perfect start to a perfect weekend. Trip to the park is scheduled for the next day, we get up early, no time for breakfast, considering we will be celebrating someone’s birthday and food will be plentiful. Weather was perfect, it was not too hot, celebrating, and laying ...

Every friendship is a relationship. The word “Friend” – it says so much and so little. We use this word so freely, sometimes we say “friend” when we talk about someone we just met, because you can't introduce some one as “here meet Bob, he is my acquaintance”  it sounds so much better when you say “Meet my friend Bob”.  When does a person cross the line going from an acquaintance to a friend?  I don't think anyone can answer that question. I do know that once you start talking about something that makes you feel vulnerable than a person gets a “Friend” status, because you will just not be talking about personal things with someone you just met. But then again, it is always easier to spill your soul to someone you don’t know and will never meet, then someone close, because you are afraid of being judged. And the older you get the harder it is to make friends.  When my husband turns on one of his games and the screen reads “You have no friends” it looks so sad. A...

I have a good amount of friends, only few are very close. I share my life details with them, and everyone is always eager to help out with an advice. Last night I had a conversation with my husband about his lack of participation in our mutual life. As I was lying in bed, thinking, and rerunning the conversation in my mind I had a vision of my brain divided in quarters, and each one was buzzing with its own logic, insisting I listen to it. First quarter had my mom's voice. Why are you doing all the work? Stop, don’t do that, he needs to help you, make a list and divide all chorus, get everyone involved. Marriage is a partnership, no one should be responsible for everything! Delegate! Second quarter had a voice of my NY friends. Tell your son to talk to your husband, both of them should clean the house while you are at work as a surprise. Then reward your husband for it. Surprise him with some beer and dried fish. Just keep talking to him, eventually he will understand. He ...