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Goodbye Crazies

I made a conscious decision to remove those people from my life who either bring mostly drama to the table or those who are only able to emotionally take. I thought for awhile that it was me who might have the issue and then I saw it. I saw that some people think they are being a good friend but just are unable to put themselves in the shoes of others unless it benefits them, a true narcissist. The great thing about it, I have so much time to focus on my family and those friends that see more in the world then just themselves.

Beware of the people who claim to always be the victim, say they do nothing but give, and find fault with every relationship in their lives. I was amazed that not one relationship was satisfying, not one person was free from their wrath and their criticism, and not one person has ever been free of the inevitable confrontation.

It was exhausting to be on that type of roller coaster ride. I decided to get off. I will always cherish the special moments and the kindness shown to my children. It was not always bad, but sadly it is time to do what is not only best for me, but also my husband and my family in general. It was always hard to work on relationships with people my husband, who is one of my greatest priorities and my dearest friend, did not only find annoying but really would rather not even have them around our family.

I know my choice will not be easy. These people will always hold a special place in my heart and I will be grateful for the friendship we had, but it is now time to move on. I wish nothing but the best for them and hope that life brings them all they hope for.

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