Where are your friends when ya need ’em?
I get by with a little help from my friends
Why is it that when a woman is going through a tough spot, people leave her alone?
Yet, when a man is going through a tough ordeal, people rally round him. They bring him food, they offer to make him dinner, they clean his house.
I’ve seen this first hand.
When a friend died, people tripped over themselves to help her husband. I went over and cleaned his filthy house, made food, helped out with the kids.
Yet when a family friend lost her husband, no one went over to clean her house or made her food. After a couple of weeks, people stopped calling. Why? Continue reading