Back Burner Friend Quotes

The relationships you have with family and close friends are going to be the most important sources of happiness in your life. But you have to be careful. When it seems like everything at home is going well, you will be lulled into believing that you can put your investments in these relationships onto the back burner. That would be an enormous mistake. By the time serious problems arise in those relationships, it often is too late to repair them. This means, almost paradoxically, that the time when it is most important to invest in building strong families and close friendships is when it appears, at the surface, as if it’s not necessary.

NEVER been nor will I EVER be interested in being a back-burner, rebound, spare-of-the-moment, side-piece, booty-call fly-by-night, drive-thru bang & go, “friends-with-benefits” type of Woman. Yes…..I may be flawed, I may not be the best looker, I have NEVER nor do I EVER think that I am better than anyone or think that I am too good, but I AM Valuable & Worth it. So, I will NEVER beg or compete for a Friendship/Companionship/Relationship from any man nor will I ever be the Woman a man settles for or just another Woman on some guys list. SETTLING BEING THE “OTHER” WOMAN WILL NEVER BE SUITABLE FOR ME---I TO DESERVE TO BE PUT ON A PEDESTAL.....#IPromiseMe

This time he kicked the other shin. I felt tears in my eyes and blinked to keep them back. He backed across the kitchen to the gas stove, turned on one of the burners and the pilot lit it. On top of the oven was a soldering iron, the old fashioned kind with a wooden handle and a heavy point. He stuck the pointed end in the flame of the burner and left it there. His eyes didn’t leave my face. “All right,” he said. “Donna’s in your apartment at the motor court. Later, if you can still talk, you’ll call her up and tell her to meet you someplace. But right now I’ve got another question. What are you and your hick friend looking for up here?” “Dolly Spangler’s murderer,” I said. “Who do you figure that might be?” “I haven’t figured. Singer Batts does the figuring. Where did you take him?” “Forget about him. Just concentrate on what I say. I want the paper—the report out of the Control Board files that you and your hick friend are looking for. Where is it?” “What makes you think we found it?” He lifted the soldering iron out of the burner and looked at it. It was pink. He stuck it back in the flame. “I think you did,” he said. “If you didn’t, you know where it is.” “All right,” I said. “Franklin Hollander’s got it. Bonnie Claire and her boys planted it on him.” One of his eyebrows flickered. “If you know that much,” he said, “you know Hollander doesn’t have it any more. Where is it?” He lifted the iron out of the fire. It was nice and red now. He spat on it and it sizzled. He walked my way. “You win,” I said. “I’ve got the paper. It’s in my pocket. You want me to reach in and get it?” He stopped and looked me over, looked at my pockets and back at my face. He didn’t want to come close enough to reach in my pocket. He would have to put down either the gun or the iron and he didn’t want to do that either. “Yeah,” he said finally. “Reach for it slow. Pull it out and drop it on the floor.