The Kind of Friend I Need

I have always said that I have often felt like I was a better friend to people than they were to me. Honestly, up until this year I could probably say that with truth and even some acknowledgements. The shame of it all is I got so so caught up earlier in pettiness of friends opening up and saying they could not be the kind of friend that I needed. Wow, I was shocked that people would open up and say that. Now this is not to say that maybe I expected more from these people than they were ever capable of giving, my bad. Now a bitter war ensues, but its only from their end. Honestly I am so over it and done with the “fight”, I wish that others would get that a person just wants to “be”, rather than live in the fight However, in all of this “drama” I didn’t notice how much someone was being the kind of friend I needed. Not to worry I am not some lame T.V. character I realized it very soon. Rufus was always there for me, always. She was the kind of friend that brought me soup when I was sick or the kind of friend who stopped down to chat just because she wanted to say hi. I am Martha to her. For that I will always be happy and thankful. It gives me great joy to know that I am someone’s Martha.