The Passive Aggressive Is Loose

Being on "bed rest" (I'm using the term lightly these days, those my body is punishing me horribly for it) brings a lot of people through your home.  People coming to visit, bringing you cookies and activities, playing with your kids, cleaning your house (thanks mom!) bringing you dinner...lots and lots of reasons.  Or those who can't come over, but still support me by posting new born baby photos to foster my sick need, or leave hilarious comments to brighten my day, or just chat with me via IM.

And I love them all.

Every single one of them.

Sometimes, sadly, all the faces start to blend together.  The faces that do stand out, though, are the ones who haven't shown up.

I mean, I certainly don't expect these people to be here every single day.  Heck, not even once a week.  Shoot, not even once every two weeks.  But I haven't heard from some people, who called themselves my friends once, for over a month.  Not a blip.  Not a visit, a phone call, a friendly how-do at church, not a letter-carrying-pigeon, nada.  It's very disturbing.  It's disappointing.  It hurts.  And I guess in the back of my mind I had sort of held onto the hope that at least I had this one person who would help me through my dismal moments.  Would provide me with good ol' laughter and much needed camaraderie.  Would be here for me the way I thought I had been there for them.

Alas, I've yet to see them. 

I guess it just goes to show: misfortune shows those who are not really friends.  I'm disliking this trial even more.  It's never fun to feel like you've lost a friend.