Friendship can be such a fragile, fleeting thing, dependant on things we never realise until we've broken it and even then, sometimes, still unknown.

One of my favorite quotes is from Virginia Woolf: “I have lost friends, some by death... others through sheer inability to cross the street.”

I'm not sure I've ever gotten the balance quite right. I am mostly very yielding, cooperative, supportive but I have a core of stubbornness and anger and hurt that gets in the way many times. The worst of course is as you say the "unknown". It may have had nothing to do with me, so in absence of evidence I'll blame myself anyway.

BTW - I wish we had a word like "bint" in the US. it seems quite a bit less harsh to me than "Bitch" although maybe it means the same thing in the end?

Hate grape seeds in my teeth.

*sneaks out and buys seedless grapes*

Just so long as you don't expect me to de-seed the raspberries. (I tried making raspberry jelly one year instead of jam at my sweetie's request - never again. Easier to just buy the stuff.)