I had coffee with one of my good friends last night. Her and I have been friends for years, we’ve known each other since we were kids back in the old neighborhood. After I moved out we lost contact for a few years until I moved into an apartment with my ex-husband in Lindenhurst. One day when I was doing laundry, I bumped into her on the stairs. The girl I had known from the neighborhood lived in the same building with me. I was shocked, mostly because it wasn’t a huge building, it only had 12 units in it…. and was one of many buildings. What were the chances that we ended up in the same place?
She was there for it all. She was there when I was pregnant with my daughter, her family brought me a gift after we came home from the hospital. She was there when I was sick that year with undiagnosed Crohns. She was there to see the fights with my ex-husband, her family was there to call the police for me when he beat me up. She was there to face him when he blew up. She was there when I put him in jail for domestic abuse. She was there when I had to get my bruises photographed while my husband was in a cop car. And she was there when he was arraigned the next morning.
She was there when I started a new life, when I bought my house, divorced my husband, worked through becoming a single mom. She played a big part in my life.
Then life got busy. She moved, I started two jobs, and life went on and we lost touch for a little while.
Then her ass finally joined facebook and we started talking again. She came over for coffee (like old times) last night, hung out with me, my daughter, and it was like we never missed any time at all. It was nice talking to someone who knows my past, who is completely on my side, and isn’t only friends with me when it benefits her. It was nice hearing her family wanted to say hi, and hearing the stories about them and her boyfriend. It was nice telling her all the stuff Noodle has been doing, and about Ryan. It was hilarious getting riled up about the same shit we used to. Before I knew it, 4 hours had passed.
There are plans to continue hanging out. Continue.
I am happy.
Good friends are hard to come by, and the ones that are there can pick up where we left off with out a blink. I’m lucky to have her and my other friends in my life, everyone has had such a positive impact on me and my daughter, and I’m grateful for every last one of them. :)