I’m still out of sorts. My friend emailed me pictures of herself pregnant and full of belly. It’s hard not to be jealous. It’s hard not to be bitter. It’s hard not to take it personally when she knows my situation. Why would she email me those pictures?

She was feeling fat and she needed someone to tell her she was beautiful.

So I sent her an email telling her she is beautiful.

I’m still jealous and bitter, but now I’m angry at her for being inconsiderate. It’s time I realized that I’m her friend, but she’s not mine. It’s like those social networks where you make someone your friend, but they don’t add you back. I don’t think she has ever added me to her network.

Why did it take me 22 years to notice it?