My best friend is a blonde.
Our journey has spanned over twenty years. We’ve laughed (a lot), cried, fought but at the end of the day we are always there for one another. When anything happens in my life, my friend is the first person I turn to, whether it’s a new idea, something sad that has happened, someone has annoyed me, I know that my friend is always there. Not that we always agree, she calls me out on my bullshit and says when the problem lies with me.
The funny stories I can tell.
I am not a people person, something that took me years to learn about myself. I keep my circle small, choosing quality over quantity. I’ve learned that friends tell you the truth and not what you want to hear. Sometimes, it can be brutal. A good friend will say it anyway.
Our story began, like I said, around 20 years ago. We were both in abusive marriages, going to church and raising two small kids, both six months apart.
In time, we found in one another what we were lacking in our marriages and our relationship progressed from a friendship to a love relationship. We spent the next sixteen years living together with our children and at times going back to our husbands to see if we could make those relationships work. Our relationship was intense, passionate, volatile and explosive, at times.
Seven years ago, we left our “love” relationship for the last time. Her husband made the changes that were required over the years to improve their relationship but mine didn’t. He subsequently went on to find someone, whom he met and married within a four month period. The changes that he never made with me, he has made with her.
The question is, how do we know when to quit and when to keep trying?