“Have you seen Julie?” Matt asked me. “She’s pregnant and she’s sitting back there.”
Julie is a casual friend who got married last year. I don’t know her that well and I rarely see her. I had just walked into a restaurant for dinner Friday evening and an employee told me the news.
My first reaction was to express happiness for Julie and her husband, but I suddenly realized I felt something unexpected. My inner emotional mask slipped slightly and I felt … what was this?
Envy.
Instead of pure happiness for Julie — who will be a great mother, by the way — I felt something ugly in my gut. My heart felt cold and hard. There was a powerful hint of anger — self-directed? — and then I realized it was hard to put labels on the things I was feeling.

On this website’s 10th birthday, I’m planning for the next decade
What should we do if social media make us lonely, cause depression?
Do we really need so much ‘stuff’? Do we own it? Or does it own us?
Happiness and success elude me unless I’m doing something I love
Wait, was she flirting with me? My history shows I’m clueless
Lens of narcissism is only way to understand Donald Trump’s crime
The best romantic relationships end up becoming mutual rescue
Her cat’s presence brings comfort to grandmother dying in hospital
Love & Hope — Episode 1: