I put a lot of stock in being a friend and having good friends. And I have a great group of friends, but it’s my best friends that I just feel so blessed to have. They are those friends that you can tell your most disgusting, embarrassing, secret, ridiculous moments to and they not only know what to say and don’t judge you for them, they actually love you more for them. One of the most wonderful things about this kind of relationship is the honesty you can have with each other. When I’m talking with them, not only am I extremely honest with them, but I’m more honest with myself.
One of them I was randomly paired with in college. She was my freshman roommate. We were an unlikely pair. She didn’t really like going out and I yearned for the true freshman experience. She was confidant and blunt and told it like it was. I was quiet and self-conscious and never knew what to say. I was obsessed with my current boyfriend and she wanted nothing to do with guys and scoffed at my romantic and naive thoughts. Who would have guessed that we would hit it off so well. Now, 10 years later, she’s my long distance best friend. Whether it’s through the phone, blogs, emails or instant messaging, we keep in touch. She knows what I need when I need it and is my sensible voice when I need that. She calls me on my bullshit, but gives me the best advice too. She ignores my horrible spelling and grammar even though she’s a talented writer. She is like my slightly older sister and I’m blessed to have her in my life.
Best friend #2 is a hijacked friend. She and my husband grew up together and then I stole her. I remember the first time I met her. She was 9mos. pregnant with her first kid and it was around Christmas. I walked in having never met her and being somewhat uncomfortable since my husband and I had just started dating and I didn’t really know any of his friends yet. She had her legs up on the dog and was so comforting and accepting. Made me feel comfortable right away. We got close after she had her second kid. I really don’t remember how we got close. It just sort of happened. I don’t remember why we started hanging out with her and her family, but when we did, we were instantly friends. We had fun together and laughed and had a lot in common. There were some things that bothered me about our relationship, but I never addressed them. As time went by, our relationship changed. She changed. I’m sure I changed too, but I watched her attitude go from happy and positive to negative and nasty. It got to the point where I felt I needed to say something. It was either say something or just drop her as a friend. So we had a really long one-sided conversation. She didn’t say much and I said too much. I tend to talk through silence. Not good. So we took a break from each other. There were so many things that hadn’t been said for so long and we were talking about each other behind our backs. We needed to wipe the slate clean and start over. A few months later, we were at a wedding together and we talked. I missed her so much, and it seemed like she was realizing that some of the things I said were true. I tentatively started a relationship with her again. I started to see her changing back to the friend I loved. She stopped being so critical and negative and I saw that light in her again. Now, a year later, we’re better than ever. We are honest with each other. We talk about our shortcomings and keep each other in check. I know what she needs and she knows what I need. We have a great time together whether we’re out or just sitting at home. I treasure our friendship and am so glad we weathered the storm.
the little ball pancake maker – the guy who hocked oxyclean does this one. how could you not trust him? and it comes with a lifetime supply of sticks.
