Feeling salty...

I skipped posting last week (Valentine's Day...plus an out-of-town family trip = mommy taking a break). But don't worry, this week's post is full of drama.

Maybe not so much drama as a hard truth that, even as an adult, I need to constantly remind myself of. Not everyone is going to be your friend. (Which is hard to understand because, I'm like, awesome).

This military life we live, like most paths walked, has its ups and its downs. It's not an easy life. Moving every few years, being far away from family, deployments of loved ones, uncertainty, etc.

However, it can also be so wonderful and one of the biggest draws to the military lifestyle is the community that you are a part of. But, sometimes because of how great the community is as a whole, you forget that when it comes to personal friendships, sometimes people just aren't going to consider you a part of their inner circle as they do others. And that's life, and that's okay.

Now, as a 37-year-old woman, I am long past the high school years of Gossip and Mean girls...however...some women don't ever get the memo and for whatever reason, play games. And that...irritates me. Some, because of whatever excuse they want to tell themselves, believe they are better than you, which is just juvenile. If you don't like me, do you boo. But don't act like you love seeing me at social events, giving me a hug in front of everyone, sending me texts that you wish we could have talked longer after, then I never hear from you and see everyone from our neighborhood at your kid's birthday party that me and my kids weren't invited to.

I am not looking to be best friends with every military spouse I meet, as I'm sure they are not looking for the same with me. Sometimes, when you live in a larger neighborhood, friendships are formed due to proximity, and you spend more time with people on your street. Sometimes it's a kid factor and you gravitate towards moms who have kids closer to your own kids' ages, or other moms who may not have kids at all. Whatever the reason, I get it, because I'm in those same boats (or have been depending on where we've lived) and I just enjoy being kind to as many people as I can and getting to know as many people as I can. And if we click, great! If not, I'll still have a conversation with you when I see you.

It just burns my butt when I reach out to someone who I considered a friend to hang out, and I never hear back. Or when someone is invited to my kids' birthday parties and never RSVPs. Or I get with yet another person who, again, I considered a friend, to set up a play date with the kids and to catch up and she tells me she'll let me know what day works for her and then I never hear back. I know we all have things in life that sometimes make us lose track of days and text conversations, but after so many attempts, I'm going to take the hint.

I know I can be rough around the edges. I curse, like a lot. Some moms can teach their kids piano, I can teach mine to curse in 3 languages. I'm also VERY loud. I'm Italian. I do believe at some point a geneticist will discover volume is somewhere in the DNA sequence of women from Italy. And I can be very sarcastic and blunt. I am from New Jersey. My husband says my Jersey comes out when I'm angry or drunk, but it can sneak out other times as well. I was raised Catholic, I believe in God, but I don't go to church regularly and I believe being a good Christian is more than just saying you are one and doing deeds out of some biblical obligation rather than an actual kindness for others.

So, like I said, I don't expect to be best friends or 'click' with everyone. But I also don't want people to be fake. Keep that shit to yourself.