Once I had a friend – well, I thought she was a friend land a good job. It was one of those stepping stone jobs. It turned out to really work out for her, and on the night when her hard work paid off the first person she grabbed and kissed was my husband.
She walked by me and winked.
A few years later, when she was on the verge of being fired from the job she got because I set that stepping stone I put out for her- she stopped me at an event on the stairway and demanded…. not asked, not pleaded but demanded I help her figure out how to keep her job.
No, I effing did not.
But part of me wanted to help her and to be honest I could have.