Now that I am moving out of my crisis fog (headache gone, giardia on its way out, heart healing, excitement building) I have the space to think about more than being a spinster, and here is what I am thinking this morning:
Going through a breakup isn’t just about the two people splitting. It’s really not when there is a family involved.
But this isn’t about that.
This is about the friends; the people on the periphery who are affected by the breakup in one way or another. This is when you find out who the real friends are.
Last time – the time we’d like to forget – I leaned so heavily on my people that I will never be able to repay them.
K and K – obviously the best two humans on the planet. Then there was the gal who warned me not to get involved and never once said, “I told you so” after the implosion. Or the friend that had the doctor call me to provide me with some relief from the relentless spinout. Or the friend that said, “He’s an asshole” based entirely on the fact that she believed me to be too good for him without ever having met him.
We all need those people to jump on our asshole bandwagon sometimes.
So this go round, it’s the same thing; who is on the team, who isn’t.
Let me tell you something folks, my team is BADASS!
I’m talking about feeling the love from around the world – even as far away as Africa.
I’m going to mention a few here. If I don’t specifically mention you, don’t take offense – I see you, I appreciate you, I am thankful for you. Also, those of you listen to me day in and day out and cry with me and get outraged with me and remind me that life is full of joy, you know who you are and that I wouldn’t be breathing without you.
First and foremost, K and K. Once again, scraping me off of the rocks, even though I haven’t had much time for either of them over the years. They just keep showing up with orange Fanta and Lilly Pulitzer-pink gladioli.
Best friend from second grade to whom I haven’t spoken in 2 years? And that was in a crisis. I never even heard what happened after the crisis, but it doesn’t matter – here she is.
Best friend from college; my Buffalo Soldier.
Africa and Oregon – high school “sisters” – they warm my heart.
My friend who sends me a screen shot of her phone at 4:20 with her funny looking dog sitting with a garden gnome. How can a person not feel better after that?
North Carolina – I adore you.
I am so appreciative of the offers to hide away in Durango or watch Netflix and play with puppies or escape into a private little apartment (and flowers and morning texts telling me I am wonderful) or to come over and play with dinosaurs.
My bitch friend who showed up at work just to say, “I love you.” She gets what I mean by that even if no one else does.
The one who is taking me away this weekend to our old stomping grounds.
The new friend who reached out because she saw me lose my shit at work.
Or the one who I spontaneously ate lunch with who said, “If you want to feel better I’d be happy to tell you more stories about my crazy world.”
Hers is a bit more “chaotic” than mine. She’s a way tougher cookie than I am. And she always makes me smile.
What about the wise one in the City Market Pharmacy line who looked at me appraisingly and said, “Oh you’re fine.” She said it so convincingly (almost dismissively) that I believed it and am 1,000 times better because of it.
I get heart emojis on my phone.
I get loving messages on Facebook.
The former mayor? A couple of words from her and I remember that I am a powerhouse – because she is too.
Utah – you are my hero. If you can do what you have done, I can do anything.
People have been reaching out publicly and privately. People have been funny, kind, understanding, non-judgmental.
People have cared about my children; they understand, without explanation, that my kids are also going through something brutal.
These are people who show me what true friends are; that time and distance don’t matter, that being cool (or not) doesn’t matter, and that show up in ways that I respect and welcome.
It’s so easy to get caught in my day-to-day life – to focus my friendship attention on only those who are right in front of me.
But this has made me see that 52 years of life has created a community that spans the planet, the years, and all of the phases of my never-dull world.
I am lifted up, carried, cherished.
I just want to thank you. I want you all to know that this has been a whole lot easier because of your love and attention. I am so glad that you are on my team.