By Anne Swanson
A couple of years ago I missed the wedding of Angie, one of my best friends from high school. Angie was heartbroken. And I felt awful that I wasn't there to celebrate with her.
Sure, there was the excuse that we now lived hundreds of miles away from one another, but I could have found a way to be there, if I'd really wanted to. The truth is, blowing off friends had become somewhat of a pattern for me. I'd been doing for months.
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