Thoughts of one turn into thoughts of another.
I'm not dead. Just lazy.
Today a friend celebrates the day she became one of the strongest people I know. She was beaten, in her own home, to die. But she didn't. She some how got up, walked to the neighbors, DROVE to her mom's house when no one answered, then DROVE AGAIN to her best friends house where she finally got help. That alone there freaks me out because the thought of answering my door at 6am to find any one of my best friends bloody and beaten, would make me lose my mind. 2 years later and she is still fighting the good fight, still with the smile and laugh that made us friends almost 20 years ago.
When I found out what happened to her I was talking to the PB. Immediately, I was upset and crying and trying so hard to figure out why this happened to my beautiful, kind friend. I told him what had happened and he got protective and supportive and even talked of coming home. It was comforting. Like he knew what I needed.
My friend talking about her ordeal tonight just made me think about him and how so much has changed. It sucks. When I think about my love life and how it has sucked, I think of Ida because we both were in the same boat. And of course when I am thinking of him and I just wish I could talk to her about it.
Sometimes being around him reminded me of Ida. A show, a goofy look, laughing at me but it was mainly the talking about any and everything. I want to talk to both of them so much sometimes. But I can't.
Which is why I am babbling here.
Today a friend celebrates the day she became one of the strongest people I know. She was beaten, in her own home, to die. But she didn't. She some how got up, walked to the neighbors, DROVE to her mom's house when no one answered, then DROVE AGAIN to her best friends house where she finally got help. That alone there freaks me out because the thought of answering my door at 6am to find any one of my best friends bloody and beaten, would make me lose my mind. 2 years later and she is still fighting the good fight, still with the smile and laugh that made us friends almost 20 years ago.
When I found out what happened to her I was talking to the PB. Immediately, I was upset and crying and trying so hard to figure out why this happened to my beautiful, kind friend. I told him what had happened and he got protective and supportive and even talked of coming home. It was comforting. Like he knew what I needed.
My friend talking about her ordeal tonight just made me think about him and how so much has changed. It sucks. When I think about my love life and how it has sucked, I think of Ida because we both were in the same boat. And of course when I am thinking of him and I just wish I could talk to her about it.
Sometimes being around him reminded me of Ida. A show, a goofy look, laughing at me but it was mainly the talking about any and everything. I want to talk to both of them so much sometimes. But I can't.
Which is why I am babbling here.