What would I do without my best friend?
Go insane? Probably. But without the cats.
I don’t see my best friend very often. We both live fairly busy lives…well, she lives a really busy life I should say. She works 4 jobs, studies and looks after 5 kids (yes, one of them is her partner). But when we do manage to work a visit into our schedules it makes it all worth it.
We met each other by chance. When I was 20 and pregnant, I had just moved into emergency accommodation and she was the first roommate to make me feel welcome. She fell pregnant not long after that, so we instantly had something in common.
Other than that we are complete opposites. She is an extrovert, I’m an introvert. She likes Punk, I like Pop. Her house is sterile and perfect, mine is…well…not. She’s organised and clever…I am…also not. So, really, if it wasn’t for our unusual circumstances we probably never would’ve been friends. I love fate/coincidence for that.
When I moved out of that house, we lost contact until Hannah was about 6 months old. I just decided one day to push myself and give her a call and we’ve gone on from there…
We have been there for each other throughout all of the major instances in our lives since then. Every Christmas, Easter & Birthday, she’s been there.
When I was in labour with Heidi and everyone disappeared…she took me to the hospital (on New Years Eve mind you) and supported me throughout the entire 31 hours + the 8 days in the Special Care Nursery.
When my then-partner and I were having issues, she was my shoulder to cry on.
When she saw what a detriment he was to us, she made me realise I was better than that.
Whenever I’ve needed advice, about anything, she’s been there.
Whenever I feel like I can’t do it anymore, she reminds me that I can.
She’s the only person who manages to fix the unfixable, find the positive amongst the negative and make the impossible, probable.
The last time I saw her, I was having a hard time…and I couldn’t see an out. I’d been angry for days and everything seemed like it was piling on top of me at every turn. I didn’t go to get advice or a quick fix, I wasn’t even intending on ranting for as long as I did. She listened, for a long time, and then she showed me the light.
I left her house that day with a smile, anger gone, crazy was no where to be found… I felt right and motivated, like nothing could get in my way…and that was all because of her. Nobody else can do that.
Up until our chance meeting, I had never had a friend who was worth talking or writing about. She also doesn’t read blogs as far as I’m aware so I may need to direct her here, just so she can see a little of how much I owe her…
Friends are important. The best thing I ever did was push myself to make that phone call and put in the effort to stay in contact. 20 years of crap friends and poor judgement, and I finally did something right.
I wouldn’t have the life I have now if it wasn’t for her and as I said earlier, I would probably be COMPLETELY insane.
If you don’t put yourself out there, you may just be missing out on some very beautiful people…who may just enrich your lives more than you ever thought possible.