i might be moving this weekend back to LA, but i want to publicly say i love you. meeting you was the best part of moving to NorCal (aside from giving birth to Alabama), and if you don't come visit me or stay in touch, i will be very upset and sad, and possibly shrivel up and die.
When I got your text, in my head I was halfway through composing a post I was going to put on your facebook page, but I guess I will do it here.
The day we met, I thought, "She's cool, and maybe we will hang out again, but what do we really have in common? I'm literally 'a little bit country' and she is literally 'a little bit rock n roll.'" And then we texted - a lot. About babies and family and husbands and friends and projects and hopes for the future. I knew you weren't happy here, but I was thankful as hell you were when I needed to get out of the house.
I'm sad. Sad as hell, because in the last couple of months I pictured us taking that ride around the lake on the horses, and you getting your turn at having the 2 under 2 and me getting nostalgic for when mine were 2u2, and the two of us defying the mommy wars and the woman-on-woman wars. We are two women who do a lot of shit differently but never judged or belittled the other.
Now I have to realign my expectations. Instead of that ride around the lake, and birthday parties and playdays and shit, it will be PMs, and facebook posts most of the time, and occasion visits down South - but that can be just as awesome.
In my mind, our friendship is genuine and real and I will keep in touch and I will visit - we just may have to work a little harder at it given the distance. We have much more in common than just babies who coincidentally were born the same month and the same year.
No question about it, you are stuck with me and my horrible children as part of your life. Sorry - not sorry.
This is stupid, but I always thought how telling it was that the first time we met at the mall, I had no wipes and needed to borrow yours and the second time we met you didn't have wipes and had to use mine. It was like when one of us was "off" the other one was "on" and together we were okay. I realize that is a lot of symbolism in what was genuinely just poor planning... but still.
I know, huh? It's cool though, she is moving very close to my auntie and my brother so this shall not be the last of RoosterOso or BellaMemphis - whatever the fuck we are.
Re: @bellaoso
BFP 3/29/2014 2u2 Let's do this!
Oh yea, 'cause boobs are awesome. Carry on.
When I got your text, in my head I was halfway through composing a post I was going to put on your facebook page, but I guess I will do it here.
The day we met, I thought, "She's cool, and maybe we will hang out again, but what do we really have in common? I'm literally 'a little bit country' and she is literally 'a little bit rock n roll.'" And then we texted - a lot. About babies and family and husbands and friends and projects and hopes for the future. I knew you weren't happy here, but I was thankful as hell you were when I needed to get out of the house.
I'm sad. Sad as hell, because in the last couple of months I pictured us taking that ride around the lake on the horses, and you getting your turn at having the 2 under 2 and me getting nostalgic for when mine were 2u2, and the two of us defying the mommy wars and the woman-on-woman wars. We are two women who do a lot of shit differently but never judged or belittled the other.
Now I have to realign my expectations. Instead of that ride around the lake, and birthday parties and playdays and shit, it will be PMs, and facebook posts most of the time, and occasion visits down South - but that can be just as awesome.
In my mind, our friendship is genuine and real and I will keep in touch and I will visit - we just may have to work a little harder at it given the distance. We have much more in common than just babies who coincidentally were born the same month and the same year.
No question about it, you are stuck with me and my horrible children as part of your life. Sorry - not sorry.
Love you to bits.
You complete me.