I have a number of people in my life who are that way. Unfortunately, they are my mom and my sister. I also have a couple of friends who are that way but I've cut them back to just being acquantinces. A good example is a friend who, when her mother was dying, was texting me constantly. I drove two hours for the funeral and burial. However, when my daughter (who at the time was three) was admitted to the hospital because she vomited blood all over herself and, as it turned out, had a bleeding ulcer, I heard nothing. My mom and sister never ask me how I'm doing but the minute it hits the fan in their lives here they come. My mom actually slams me for even attempting to talk about my struggles with bipolar.

The good thing, though, is that when I started figuring who were my friends and who weren't, I discovered I have true friends who are worth their weight in gold. I emailed the rectors at our church and I know they will be there when I need them. Same for the friends I'll be emailing tonight. When I need people to rally around me, I know who to call on. Those other people--they act hurt that they didn't know but I know, in reality, they don't care.