I hung up the phone, a huge weight hanging around my neck. A close friend expected me to be somewhere at a certain time for a gathering, and I was going to be very late. “Well don’t you care about being with me?” she asked. The underlying accusation that I didn’t care about being with her was tangible in the air. “Yes, I do care, and that is why I will be there with you at 4 pm.” As we hung up the phone, my happy-go-lucky spirit slowly sank into a deep funk.
In the never-ending battle of trying to please others, once again, I was a disappointment.