I found myself pondering today.
I came to the realization that I have never had a best friend.
I have never had that one person I could call when I needed someone to talk to. I have never had a friend that even after not talking for weeks you talk like you talked yesterday.
Like you never missed a beat.
Kinda sad.
It is definitely not my fault though.
I think of myself as a kind person and a great listener.
I always invite fellow women and moms to do things with me.
On a very rare occasion has that been reciprocated.
Very sad.
Am I just not a friend magnet?
I have friends, many actually.
But not really anyone that would do anything for me.
Maybe I am just too kind.
Maybe I would bend over backwards for anyone.
Do people not like that?
Don't get me wrong my husband is my best friend.
I can tell him anything.
But sometimes I just want some girl talk.
A girl's night out that I enjoy.
Not a night that I feel like I have to be...not myself.
My mom tells me that it comes with age. That she didn't have a true best friend until she was older. But I have seen that many people have best friends.
Is it my lifestyle?
Am I just too poor?
Or too busy?
Am I too cheap?
Do those things matter?
Sometimes I feel like they do.
The minute I think that I can count on someone everything changes.
They stab me in the back.
It turns into a one way friendship like I am the only one that cares.
Kinda weird that my husband feels the same way.
We have never had couple's friends.
We don't have parties with the same people.
Heck we never even get invited to stuff.
We invite but once again it is not reciprocated.
Sometimes I really do wonder if we stink,
if we are strange,
or not funny.
I guess I just need to keep being me.
Maybe that perfect friend will come along.
My Best Friend.