I am not girlfriend material, because somehow I seem to lose them somehow, somewhat through the seams, but I am rather fortunate, because I do seem to have very loyal friends.
I was reminded of that just the other day, when I called up a girlfriend which I probably have not spoken to for decennia, she lives somewhere where some of mine others wants to live so I wanted to ask about the living conditions etc.
I tried to call her via the internet and she was already on the line with someone else, which did not really surprise me much, because she is mother earth which a huge sense of humor, great personality and a a lot of sense, my ideal friend which loads of traits I am not equipped with.
I tried a couple of times, but nope she is obviously still in high demand because she was on the phone for a long time.
After a while she called me back and even though we have only seen eachother once or twice since my marriage to Eric over 27 years ago, we just went on, where we left off.
I mean we do like and joke via FB but speaking is sooooo much nicer, this is only according to us “old folk” my kids tell me that writing in signal is much safer etc, but I cannot imagine any other person listening in into my conversation(s), no doubt they will fall asleep almost instantly..
But not with my friend, we go way…. back, we met when she and I both came back from abroad to live in Holland, in Lelystad of all places and we both had a foreign speaking husband who needed to learn Dutch.
Hers and mine clicked and so we met and now have been friends almost thirty years. She had already a boy and a girl and was pregnant with the third. I never had kids with anyone else but Eric.
One of the reasons of never wanting kids might also have been that they had very innovative kids, if you left them 5 minutes to themselves, you could be sure that the cupboards were painted with jam or that the toilet was blocked through endless rolls of toiletpaper.
Never ever a dull moment.
And the worst about it was that all her kids looked absolutely angelic, I mean they were and are gorgeous looking, but the things they got up to, put me off of kids for a long time.
The wonderful thing about my friend was that she had such a zest for life that she never gave up, she was in a rather unpleasant predicament, with a husband who drank like his countries honour and who had very loose hands…
I never knew about the last bit, because I think although I really used to like him, he seemed full of fun, music and jokes, I have always disliked wifebeaters however charming they seem.
We used to meet quite regularly and somehow I never noticed, too full of myself I think, to busy with my own shit, seeing that my own marriage was not really going very well, while trying to study and work a high pressured, full time job in Amsterdam.
I also felt very quilty, when I found out finally the reason why they could not be present at my wedding, he had giving her a black eye and she dare not turn up with, that knowing that I would realise what had gone down.
Knowing my (somewhat volatile) personality, I would have probably beating the hell out of him at my own wedding.
Although he might have thought he would get away with it, full of jokes, music and fun, she knew I would have gone “nuts” about it at my own wedding.
Soon after they moved back to his country and while he was already there, she stayed behind with the kids in order to finish all the arrangements.
This had one huge advantage: we got to go to the Tuesday market in Rotterdam, which used to be covered in loads of stalls selling the most beautiful materials for very reasonable prices and we were there a whole day!
I remember also sitting at some lake (ish) in Rotterdam, having drinks and making the most of our last moments together in the company of Eric. We ate something and had such fun!!
And now while her kids live all over the world and mine all grown up and parents already we speak once more and it is like we said goodbye last month.
You see, I am fortunate with my friends, I love them to bits and am fairly loyal. I try and do my best but I am rather hopschotch as it were. I mean well but..
I might meet up with her one of these days, since one of mine might move to the land of hers for a year and with luck I will come over and I will go and see her.
Because I still adore and admire her, especially since she, like me, has long divorced her husband against all the odds and told him finally somewhat firmly: if you do not stop moaning, I swear I will push you of the esplanade, no one any the wiser!
You see, even fantastic woman have their limits and if you continually tend to ignore that there comes that day that they start pushing back
I am sooo very proud of her being my friend!
Thank you Gorgeous and lovely speaking to ye !
