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Let me Tell you About my Best Friend

I finally got my computer back! My Mom was borrowing it over the weekend so she could do some orientation training’s for the job she just got and of course I’ve been dying to write that entire time.

The month of August is always of significant importance to me. For some reason, something astronomical almost always happens, good or bad. It’s the month that has brought the biggest relationship changes, for better or worse. It’s the month that brings me bad news and good. It’s my Father’s birthday month, but it also happens to be my best friend in the whole world’s birthday month and lately I’ve been missing her more than anything.

Sam and I met in in 6th grade through people who at the time were not friends with me. She had the same classes as them and heard all these horrible things about me, which gave her preconceived notions that I was a bitch and therefore caused her to treat me as such. It took a few months for us to get to know each other and we realized that we had more in common then we thought. Eventually Sam and I stopped being friends with the original group of girls all together- keep an eye out for a trend there! Thinking about it now, it’s been more than 10 years that we have been friends. Somewhere along the way we started calling each other “wife”, I actually don’t remember why but that’s what we have gone by for as long as I can remember. It makes for some very interesting reactions when we introduce each other as wife, but we won’t hesitate to do so.

These last 10 years have been quite the ride, ask her yourself. In high school we used to butt heads and argue all the damn time– like you wouldn’t believe! It seemed like every other month we were on a different page, we even went an entire Summer without speaking before. Our girl friend group in high school became so sick of our bullshit drama, that by junior year they started having negative feelings about us and I cut my ties with them real quick. Sam and I have been there for each other through thick and thin. It’s like in the movie Mean Girls, when Janice calls Damien “too gay to function” and only she can call him that. Only Sam and I can have negative feelings about each other, no one else. But it worked out because we didn’t need girl friends anyway. We were the Twisted Sisters and that’s all we needed.

There was actually this one time (when we weren’t speaking) that we happened to be walking towards each other in a hallway and I could tell she was going to cry and we just hugged and it was all better. Our stupid fights were just that, stupid and it usually doesn’t take much for us to put aside our differences. Overall I’d say the main cause of our fights were boys. Sam had horrible taste in guys in high school. (If you read this Sam, I love you but you know it’s true) As her best friend, no guy could ever possibly be good enough for her and it made me mad, which resulted in arguing and then being friends again once she realized I was right.

Our last fight was over a guy, of course. It was a shit time for me and I made some decisions that hurt people, blah blah, I’m not going to get into that now. We ended up not speaking for a few months, until I found out I was pregnant with Estelle. There was no way I was going to keep that from her, so I asked her to get coffee with me so we could talk. We walked over to Pier 1 after ordering our Starbucks and I sat her down on a display couch and told her. Her face was priceless and I braced myself for her rage, but it never came. She just kept saying “you’re pregnant” over and over again. She even texted me that same phrase for days upon finding out. We laughed, we cried and we went on our way spending as much time together as we could until Sam made the move to South Carolina about 1 month before Estelle was born.

It’s been almost 2 years since Sam moved. On our last weekend together, we did absolutely nothing. Slept late, ate shitty food, played video games, watched movies that made us cry and went to dinner at our favorite restaurant. When it was time for Sam to go, we hugged on my front porch for a long while telling each other not to cry and ended up ugly crying until she had to physically get in her car and leave. Since then, I have acquired 3 children in my household and Sam has acquired an amazing boyfriend and new job and keeping up with things gets a little tough. But I’d like to think we’re both pretty good at being there for each other when we have a mental breakdown, which isn’t as uncommon as you’d think. We’re still working on this long distance, adult, friendship dynamic.

This August has been a particularly harder August for me to deal with than in the past, especially emotionally. I’ve been going through some things that I’d rather not discuss here, but the point is I always go back to Sam. Even if we haven’t had an in depth discussion about life in a while, I know that if I message her or call her and tell her I’m having a hard time with life she will be there for me. She’d do anything for anybody. She’s caring and smart, she’ll take care of you when you’re drunk and won’t hesitate to tell you when you’re being a dumbass. She’s really the best girl! I just miss her and that’s the sucky part.

We personally just spent a decent amount of time reminiscing all of this and it makes me miss her that much more. But I’m so thankful that she’s coming home in October so I will be able to spend some time with her!

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