Follow-up Friends First in Random Public Stuffs

(Walks into the kitchen to grab a fresh glass of water, then giggling as I read the comments on my previous entry.)

BFF: What’s funny?

Me: I wrote an entry about you being a priority over men I have dated and I got some funny notes.

He laughed at me. He just told me to get some rest because I “can’t change stupid people”.

We are very opposite. I am the social butterfly, and he says I am still “innocent” when it comes to the intentions of other people. He is the homebody who hates most people and prefers the animals.

His lady is actually pretty cool.

I had part of an entry written up…but as I watched him move stuff around, I was just overwhelmed with absolute happiness…then sadness.

I pity those people who will never have what I have.

I have 28 years of absolute loyalty. He has helped me after surgeries. He helped me pick out a headstone for my first son who was stillborn. He was there to help me move after my first divorce. He took me to prenatals when I got too big to drive. He fell in love with our son and said he may not have provided the DNA, but he says our son is his. We are currently saving up for the formal adoption.

I was there for his marriage and divorce (she cheated), I helped him move. I met his mom, she loved me, then she passed away and I went with him to go shopping for funeral attire and I was with him through the service. I help when he needs it, and I do what I can to keep him comfortable.

I think of all the married people I know, and I think of all the complaints. BFF has done more as my BFF than husbands have or ever will.

If that is what married life is? I am not missing anything. LOL

I have learned at my 38 years of age that its important to enjoy my life. Society says I should be married with 2.5 children with an insane mortgage and two SUVs. Nope. I am better than that.

I still have about 2/5ths of a bucket list to finish.

So. Do as you will. As long as you are happy, you go!

Myself, I am happy with my BFF and working on bettering myself.