a little story. after my divorce i lost contact with a great group of friends, because the x maintained a friendship and i was uncomfortable with her and them, etc. it should not have made any difference, it was all on my side, i should have been bigger than that. but i wasnt.
today i went to the funeral of one those friends.
just do it. dont think about it and dont wait.
"In a ham and eggs breakfast, the hen is involved, but the pig is committed".
