Friends. They’re funny aren’t they. You’re encouraged from an early age to make them. In the playground they change as often as your hair bobbles and, if you have an argument, it was quite common to hear ‘I’m not your friend any more’ as a kind of punishment.
As you grow older, your friends change. Life gets in the way. Having children means you can’t devote as much of your time to them as you did.
I often envy people who have stuck with the same group of friends since school.
I haven’t really.
I had one ‘best’ friend from uni but even we fell out recently and, to be honest, I think the whole experience was as bad as splitting up with a boyfriend.
I still have dreams about her and get upset when I think about it.
I have other friends who, I may not see all the time but, when we do get together, it is as if we’ve never been apart.
I also have friends who I’ve met through Boo. Our children are the same age so it follows that we’ll get together for coffee or at soft play centres so our children can play together.
Recently, I got in contact with a girl who I used to know years ago. We worked together and then started going out on Saturday nights or shopping.
This is us back in the day, please ignore how thin I was *sobs*
We were very close and spoke most days, even when we no longer worked together.
However about ten years ago we drifted apart. We spoke once, when I first got with Hubster, but we never saw each other again until last week.
After a really long telephone conversation, we met up.
It was amazing. Like we’d never been apart.
It just goes to show that even though life does get in the way, it really doesn’t matter.
True friends will always feel like you only spoke to them yesterday, even when it was ten years ago.