We have two sets of neighbors we consider very good friends. Okay, three, but two are germane to this story.
Neighbors A live across the street in a cute-yet-grown-up-as-can-be house with their baby son and two dogs.
Neighbors B live down the street in a cute-yet-grown-up-as-can-be house with their baby son and two dogs.
When Neighbors A do or get anything, we are happy for them. We might want to be them (they of the “we never fight” fame), but we don’t begrudge them their awesome life.
When Neighbors B do or get anything, I am horribly jealous. We both are, my husband and I. We find ourselves looking for ways to contradict the goodness with something bad, like “but you know they pulled equity out of their mortgage” or whatever.
What’s up with that? I will admit to a tinge of jealousy when Neighbors A told us they were expecting another child. They’re such an adorable little family who seem to have it together, but in a “real” way. I’m at the point where I think it would be mostly cool but still somewhat terrifying/ awkward/ freaky if we got pregnant, by the way, but not at the “scared shitless” point anymore. So, progress.
Regardless, it’s so strange how differently we react to the one set of neighbors versus the other. Anyone else do this?