I’m really lucky to have two people I consider my best friends. It’s tough to distinguish them in stories to people, however, so I refer to David – who I’ve known since we were three – as my brother and Adam as my best friend. There’s no hierarchy to it; it’s really just that David had wandered into my parents’ house and rummaged through the kitchen cabinets from time immemorial to me. With Adam, I can pinpoint the day we became that close.
As we head into the holiday season(s), many people feel pressured by the stress of obligation to family members.