I miss my mate from SW. We used to meet up for coffee once every couple of weeks, have a cake and a natter and bitch about whatever was annoying us as we put the world to rights.
It was nice to get things off my chest or off my back and get them into perspective.
Hubby’s good for all of that, but it’s something else to have a Girlie Bestie isn’t it.
My first best friend was Jennifer when I was in junior school. We moved away in 1965, which was my second year of four, and although we wrote letters and she came to stay once or twice, we soon lost touch.
I didn’t have a bestie in my new school for those following two years, and spent most of my free time in the music room!
Grammar school was even worse, with friends of the fair weather kind, and as the music rooms were out of bounds unless you were having lessons through the school, most of my free time there was spent in the library.
In my adult life, I had friends, and once married thought I had a bestie. When the Ex and I divorced, she and her husband remained neutral, but then I moved away, she became a Mum, and even though I’d taken on a ready-made family, our outlooks changed.
When Hubby and I met in 1989, I was really looking forward to introducing them, but the woman I met was not the girl friend from years before, and it was a rather embarrassing evening for all of us. I haven’t seen or heard from her since.
However, the year before the relationship in Bath failed, I found a bestie again.
We met when we both took in foreign students, and the skid marks are, as far as I know, still outside her house when they assumed we were their personal taxi service. We scuppered their plans for a snogathon in the flicks when they went to see Crocodile Dundee 2 by taking a seat two or three rows in front of them. We found it hysterical (their reaction, not the film).
Then of course I moved away again (there seems to be a common theme here!) and we were both really upset about it. However, she kept in touch, we visited each other often, and she and MOH were really happy when Hubby and I got together.
Sadly she died in 2000 and we are glad MOH kept in touch. We both have a bestie in him as he has been there for us through all our troubles over recent years, as have we for him.
Now we’ve moved away again, and my bestie is on the end of a text, email or phone.
We’re still besties, but I miss our coffees. Hopefully she and her husband will be able to visit us and we know just the place for that perfect coffee and a slice of carrot cake.