I befriended Deb, almost by accident. She invited me over. We had kids close to the same age and worked together. Honestly... I didn't want to go. I'd just recently left my husband (Trenton's dad) and I was feeling... scattered. But, I went. I'm not sure why. I took Trenton to her house for a playdate. The boys were instant friends. Trenton spilled a diet coke on the carpet (NOT his. He doesn't drink soda to this day). I sat and talked to a near stranger about things I didn't even like to think about. And just like that, a friendship I didn't see coming blossomed.
I can't tell you how many nights we sat up until the wee hours of the morning laughing and telling stories. I stayed at her house so much Trenton and I had a room and I was dubbed her husband's (Brandon) second wife.
The best birthday I've ever had was because of them. We got all jazzed up and Brandon rented an Escalade so I could feel special and we all went out drinking and dancing and just went nuts. It was FABULOUS! They treated me like I was special. And I felt special. In that little group of my favorite people, I was happy.
That period of my life was one of the best I can remember. I couldn't tell you how many times Deb made me smile. Or laugh. Or cry (in a good way). I can tell her anything. ANYTHING and know she isn't going to judge. She might laugh at me, but that's 100% okay with me. :) It makes me feel better.
I don't know that I would have made it out of my disasterous divorce without her as my confidant, shelter, and best friend.
I adore her and everything she stands for. She's the nicest, strongest, most giving human I have EVER met. And I mean that. With everything I am, I mean that.
I'm proud of her strength in her recent cloud of trials. A lesser person would have broken. I would have broken. Emotionally and mentally. But not my Deb. Further deepening my respect {envy} of her ability to push through and perservere.
I love my Deb.
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I'm sorry for whatever Debbie is going through. Give her my love.
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