When Compassion is a Really Bad Idea

two young women lying down, their blond and brunette hair cascading down the bonnet of a car.

When I was in my twenties and thirties, I loved being surrounded by friends who “understood” me. Naive and immature as I was, I didn’t realize that these friendships were not authentic and didn’t serve my best interests. Here’s a story to illustrate what I mean. Mona was a close friend of mine, a part…

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