...is just as shit as me at keeping in contact and knows there's no issue with that. Really, what I would like is a friend who I'm so close too that we just exist in each other's lives without effort, but unfortunately that doesn't come along every day. I want friends, I want to socialise but I'm so sick of feeling guilty for not being in touch more. They don't make me feel guilty, I do. Some days it's remarkable enough that I've got myself dressed, clean and fed, seeing people sometimes seems a step too far but I know I'm isolating myself by not doing it, hence the guilt.
These are the ramblings of a somewhat lonely, exhausted, post-natally depressed mother. Even I wouldn't want to be my friend.