Over the past six months I've been friends with a 25-year-old girl, and I'm a 37-year-old woman. She is where I used to be: bingeing, playing the victim role, can't find love, affection, or the attention she needs.
Dear Irene, I'm an award-winning author with a friendship dilemma. A long time friend told one of my clients that my agent was basically a 'nobody' and that I'm 'just a ghost writer.' Should I confront her?