i have had some interesting encounters with women over the years who claimed to be my friend, or insinuated themselves into my life because they wanted to be my friend. they did not have a clue to what the word friend means. the thing these women did have in common, was they drove the knife in deep when you least expected. they made it their business to be in my business so that they could talk about me. they were haters. they were stalkers. funny how they did not realize that i knew who and what they were. it's good to know who your enemies are.
i love my girlfriends. you can't go through life without your girlfriends. when wonderful things happen to you, they are thrilled and excited and will celebrate with you. when you take on a new venture, they support you and pull out the safety net just in case. when you look like hell after three days of labor, they tell you that you are beautiful, bring you flowers, and change your baby's diaper. when you're trying on a dress and the salesgirl tells you it's great on you, they will tell you to put on a girdle cuz your ass is big as a bus in that dress. when that man breaks your heart, they are there for you with tissues, chocolate, wine, and a funny ass movie. and when you need an extra pair of eyes and ears, they will help you mother your children. girlfriends love and accept you just the way you are.
i have an urban family...my village. these are the friends that are related to you even though not by blood. some knew you back in the day...and others meshed with you more recently. some that are still there after decades have passed, and you've made a lifetime of memories together. those for real friends that you have reached this level of comfort and connection with that no one else gets. the ones who truly truly truly know and understand you. the ones that never leave no matter what because you are family. blood brothers and sisters without the need to pierce the skin.
and yes, i do believe in multiple BFFs because i have them. they are each unique and beautiful and amazing. i love them better than siblings. and yes, i can count them on one hand.
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