Yesterday, I got a text from daughter while she was on her three girl sleepover hang-out.
“It’s annoying when everything your friend does has to be better than you.”
I text: “Hells yes.”
She texts: “She does all this stuff, can afford whatever, does all these programs because she can afford it. I just don’t like being the broke girl with divorced parents.”
I read this and my heart sinks. My heart sinks because I KNOW.