Best Friends

When I was young I had a best friend. We played for hours together. We slept at each others house. We cooked, ate, and did everything together.  As we got older we grew apart. Then my Mom because my very best friend. Even when I got married, he was a close friend and I loved him, and Mom was still my best friend. Then I watched my Mom slowly die. My best friend was gone and I was leery of everyone and everything.

I just kept to myself and my family. I let no one else in.

I tried it once again. A friend who was very far away.  For a couple years I believed we were best friends and then I learned I was nothing more than someone she could take advantage of. No harm, no foul. I was there and clearly allowed it to happen.

So now if you asked me about my “best friend” I say what I feel with my heart. “My best friend passed away and my husband is the next best thing.”

Odd that it doesn’t upset my husband, but he seems okay with it.