Has it really been 10 years already?
Today it has been 10 years since the day I met my wonderful best friend. I’ve never had a relationship with a man that long, and while I have had other friends for longer, I haven’t actually liked them the whole time. I doubt I’ve really liked a family member for that long either. So this is the first time I’ve ever liked a person for 10 years. It’s a big deal, it means I’m capable, just fussy, and it means she’s really bloody special.
In the last 10 years we’ve been through break ups, bad jobs, an abortion, babies, house moves, self-harm, bulimia, Andy Wednesday, dead parents, dying parents, holidays, a wedding, hangovers (omg the hangovers!), interesting gynecologist visits, an incident with some ganache and THAT trip to Cleethorpes.
We’ve shopped, cooked, baked, drank, swam, sat and watched other people swim but not quite made it in ourselves, ran, eaten a lot, eaten not a lot, stayed up all night, danced to awful music, constructed flat pack furniture, made amazing cocktails, played monopoly, darts and had the most random conversations, we have a theme song and a joint nickname.
This is friendship, one day a little boy at the park pointed to my son and said to his Dad “Daddy, that little boys got two mummies’” he wasn’t far off. When I had my son I read a lot about how important it was to have mummy friends, I gave it a go, but I never really liked them, I don’t like people. I never needed them, even though she didn’t have children, she was there for every step, The Boy’s Auntie in the truest way, the family we choose. When I became a single mother, I could not have asked for more support, both with The Boy and with my sanity. Now she has her baby, and I have a mummy friend, I know I’ll never need more.
Next year we have another wedding, and maybe some more babies, it’s sure to be another fantastic 10 years with my Jo.