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Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010 |
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Catrina |
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Everyone hears about how best friends are there for you through the bad times and all the woes of you life. Well, this is true. I am glad that my best friend(s) have been there for that too, but my best friend(s) have been there for the best times of my life too.
I only have one husband, (which is the law where I live, honey if you're reading this, believe me law or not, that's the way it's going to stay) and he is my best friend. Outside of marriage a girl, anyone needs friends. You know those people who you go to when your spouse or child is driving you up the wall!
Have you ever had string cheese? It's really best, although not really at all like string, more like a cheese log!
Oh wait, I was talking about my best friend....
Anyhoo, I have a wide variety of friends. Only a very few really know me. (which makes life a whole lot easier on everyone believe me!)
I met my best friend's husband before I met her, (wait that sounds bad) I was 14 (that sounds even worse) I was in the worst time of my life. I wanted nothing more than to kill myself and to just make the pain of highschool and life stop. He saved my life by these simple words.... Wait for it.... "What's wrong.... I can't help you if you don't talk to me" If you want to know that whole story read: I Died at 12: My Real Story and My Second Dad (read them it will tell you more about me too!)
Well, he knew I needed friends and just people to care and love me for who I was. My family are wonderful people. I cannot tell you how much I love them, words don't express it! When you're a teenager, you have to have that outside the home, friends thing going on. Sure I was made fun of for hanging out with him and his family but, I really didn't care, because above all else, I felt loved and wanted!
Hang on I am thirsty.
Sorry, had to use the potty too!
We lost touch for a while after I graduated. I was scared. I didn't want to be without my friends. I wrote them (by mail) every month. Told them about the news in my life. Called them when I was getting married.
Besides my parents and his parents they were the next people to hear I was pregnant with my daughter.
Most recently, I have again become reconnected with them, and they are again my best friends! I love them dearly and would do anything for them! My daughter loves them too! I am glad, because, they're the best friends I could ask for.
I mean really, who else puts up with my insecurities and STILL encourages me to come visit, not because the have to, but because they want to! And I love them all the more for it! Who else lets me tell raunchy jokes, or make fun of stupid crap? lol
I only have one husband, (which is the law where I live, honey if you're reading this, believe me law or not, that's the way it's going to stay) and he is my best friend. Outside of marriage a girl, anyone needs friends. You know those people who you go to when your spouse or child is driving you up the wall!
Have you ever had string cheese? It's really best, although not really at all like string, more like a cheese log!
Oh wait, I was talking about my best friend....
Anyhoo, I have a wide variety of friends. Only a very few really know me. (which makes life a whole lot easier on everyone believe me!)
I met my best friend's husband before I met her, (wait that sounds bad) I was 14 (that sounds even worse) I was in the worst time of my life. I wanted nothing more than to kill myself and to just make the pain of highschool and life stop. He saved my life by these simple words.... Wait for it.... "What's wrong.... I can't help you if you don't talk to me" If you want to know that whole story read: I Died at 12: My Real Story and My Second Dad (read them it will tell you more about me too!)
Well, he knew I needed friends and just people to care and love me for who I was. My family are wonderful people. I cannot tell you how much I love them, words don't express it! When you're a teenager, you have to have that outside the home, friends thing going on. Sure I was made fun of for hanging out with him and his family but, I really didn't care, because above all else, I felt loved and wanted!
Hang on I am thirsty.
Sorry, had to use the potty too!
We lost touch for a while after I graduated. I was scared. I didn't want to be without my friends. I wrote them (by mail) every month. Told them about the news in my life. Called them when I was getting married.
Besides my parents and his parents they were the next people to hear I was pregnant with my daughter.
Most recently, I have again become reconnected with them, and they are again my best friends! I love them dearly and would do anything for them! My daughter loves them too! I am glad, because, they're the best friends I could ask for.
I mean really, who else puts up with my insecurities and STILL encourages me to come visit, not because the have to, but because they want to! And I love them all the more for it! Who else lets me tell raunchy jokes, or make fun of stupid crap? lol
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Sweetie, *hugs*. I went through something similar, but nowhere near as traumatic. I will post a blog about it for you to read. I'm very glad you met him and trusted him to help you. Please let me know if you need a shoulder to cry on. E-mail me via my blog, so I can send you my phone number. You don't have to use it, but just have it there as a safety net. I know that it's difficult to admit when you need a net, but I'm willing to be at least a part of that net for you. I'm very thankful that he helped you the way he did. Read my blog and have sympathy and outrage towards the other people like I did for yours. I cried when I read your blog. They were tears of pain, sadness, fear, and anger all at once. NOBODY should have to put up with that kind of sh*t - ever.
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