The only time I was ever really jealous of a friend was when I was unhappy about my own life and circumstances.

I didn't understand or even realize it at first, but when I untangled it, I realized I was sick to death of counting my blessings big and small. No wait, small and small, while people like her just get to have it all.

I was resentful of all the loss and pain I had already endured, while her life was seemingly one party or holiday after another...

Anyway, I got over it, realized some of us just get dealt a shytti hand and I'm back to being happy for her again.