Once you hit your 50s, you find friendship groups dwindling. School-gate cliques diminish as children get older while university pals either cement their place as BFFs or move and lose touch.
I know that I am an inconsistent friend. I get ‘crushes’ on people I meet, lovebomb them, and then feel upset when they inch away from me for being too needy. As a 53-year mum of two in a 27-year marriage, I can also feel the waning hormones of menopause stripping out my people-pleasing instincts and making me far less tolerant of fair weather ‘friends’ who are there when they
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