Bry has been rather down this weekend. She had a wrestling tournament Friday in a town 2+ hours away and came home pretty late. I thought at first she was just tired, but something seemed off. Usually if I ask her directly, she says she’s “fine” or shrugs, then she disengages. So I didn’t ask. We went out to dinner in the evening. I carried on a mostly one-sided conversation with her on the way to restaurant. Not being the most talkative person myself, it felt a bit awkward. That’s life with teens, I guess. Finally during dinner, there was a natural segue to ask if she had plans for the weekend. She said she didn’t because she couldn’t stand being around her friends at the moment. Reason being she finds she feels bad about herself when hanging out with them and they mostly want to do drugs and want her to try it with them. I’m so relieved she shared. She’s a social creature who needs to be with her people, so it took a lot of emotional maturity and strength to step away from them like that.