Oh, me neither, dears!

  I’m fed up with people who think they are friends to me, when at a certain time and because of their own reasons (psychological traumas, attitude, character traits and so on… I have no intention of psychoanalytic talking right now… enough! haha…😌) they show up like… wow!!!! who is that? A friend of mine???

  For me to be concidered a friend by someone is an honour and a blessing. We choose our friends, so, if I’m a chosen, I AM a queen with the honour crown on !!!

   We are humans, we are   -by nature- sociable, thus to be surrounded by  friends is a blessing!

   This applies ten times more to me, as I consider my friends  my second family, apart from my parental family…

   Here I am the only child and the single divorsed woman!!!  (To confess you a little secret of…