Why do some people have all the luck with friends? It seems like some women have an endless stream of potential lunch dates, and get invited to so many dinner parties you can't schedule anything with them for months. Yes, I am complaining, and maybe I shouldn't be. I have a loving husband, two Tweens that act like jerks but might turn out okay, and a roof over my head - but I have virtually no friends. I have tried so hard - maybe too hard, to be close to people. I know a lot of women in my neighborhood and when I see them on the street, they often say how we just must get together soon - but it never happens. I'll call, or text, or email proposing a time and it never happens. Everyone is so busy in this city; at least the people I want to be friends with are. I know TV producers, and fashion designers, and journalists, and it all seems so fabulous and interesting - meanwhile, I am doing laundry. Why did I stay home with the kids so long? I should have pursued a career while raising a family - like all the interesting women did. Why did I ever listen to that therapist that told me to go on Prozac? Maybe I would have a life if it wasn't for that. I have been so sick with side effects I would be on disability if it were not for my hubby. I have been switched from one med to another, and they have just made me worse. Now I am addicted to Effexor. The doctors tell people the psych meds are not addictive. It is a lie!