Mom asked me why don't I like friends...

That was an unexpected question. I've lived with my mother for 25 years and I would have expected her to know me by now. To have studied and learnt me. Yet she asks me why don't I like Having friends?
Who doesn't like having friends?
People to confind in, people who get you, want to get you want to support you, be in your corner.
It's not that I don't want friends. I want them. I don't ask for many. Just two or three. Perhaps I haven't been cool enough, this enough that enough. And have learnt not to impose myself. But be myself in the hopes that one soul or two will gravitate towards me. So the answer is; I do like friends maybe I just haven't met the one. Or I'm learning to be a friend and once that character has been defined in me, the friends will come.
I hope its not too late for me. To have a fairytale image of how a friendship should be.