I am a bad friend.
All her friends have always said so.
When she was nine, her best friend told her she was a bad friend because she wore glasses.
When she was 12, a friend told her she was bad because her braces and mouth retainer made her breath smell.
When she was 15, she was a bad friend for standing up for her boyfriend.
When she was 18, she was a bad friend for not being friends with a girl she hadn’t spoken to in two years.
When she was 21, she was a bad friend for not saying hello to a friend of a friend who really needed people to be nice to her.
When she was 24, she was a bad friend for not keeping in contact for the few weeks she went home to help her dad recover from heart surgery.
When she was 27, she wasn’t a bad friend because she had given up on having friends.
When she was 30 she was a bad friend for always calling another friend in the evening after a few drinks.
At least she’s got a few years before someone blames her for trying to be friends with them.