I don’t think I've ever had a Fair-Weather Friend. All my friends have been the type who are there for the rough times too.

But I'm learning to keep my distance from people who might end up as Foul-Weather Friends. Those for whom the only possible connection is a trauma bond.

Some of these people just don't find a relationship with me interesting, when my life is going well.

Some compare their lives to mine and only seem to appreciate me if they're able to see themselves as better in some way.

And some just won't let themselves experience Joy for too long.

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That last one gets me... cuz I lean that way myself. I still have enough habitual obsessiveness that my intention and desire to connect in relationship Wholeness gets weak in the face of someone else's obsessions... and sooner or later I'm well beyond "holding space", and Joy is sporadic or even disallowed within that relationship.

And I become a Foul-Weather Friend.

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