I posted recently about The Top 10 Lessons I've Learned In Anorexic Hell. Number 8 was:
Tell people who can help you deal with what you're going through. Don't tell people who can't.
Here's what I mean.
There are two types of people. Some people are hard-wired to be a friend when you need them most - to listen without an agenda, to keep your deepest fears and emotions confidential, to make you laugh when you're not sure you know how anymore, to truly care about what you're facing through thick and thin. Others are hard-wired to be judgmental pricks, or too scared or small to deal with your most raw feelings. Over the past year, I've been truly surprised by which people in my life fell into each of those two buckets. I guess you learn a lot about people when your chips are down.
To my friends in the former group, words can't express my gratitude (or M's), but I hope you at least know that you will have my eternal support for any troubles you encounter.
And to the people in the latter group, screw you and grow up.