A Little Something About True Friends….

So this is an expansion from this post.

Being a mother teaches you a lot of things, I’d like to think.

That includes who your real friends are.

Best friends, even.

Jenny has been there for years. To give you an idea, rewind back to Ariana’s birth, back to me dating Justin, before Konnor, prior to graduating high school, and stop at the partying days. Now, hit play:

She met Billy, a mutual friend, where they worked together. Billy was Eddie’s best friend, and Eddie was my boyfriend. This all pans out very well. Now, don’t lose track people!

The first time Billy brought Jenny over to one of his infamous house (okay, apartment) parties, her and I instantly clicked.

That was it. My best friend. Forever.

We partied all the time with the boys. Got way too drunk. Had way too much fun. I was barely 18 and partying – I may have been a bit crazy. She was at least 21 – of age to drink.

When the boys got the better of us, we had each other. When life seemed like it was hanging over our head and pulling us down, we had each other. When we had a pregnancy scare in the same month, the boys didn’t know, because we had each other.

At least, that was her scare. It was my, at the time, nightmare.
I was pregnant.

Horrified to tell anyone, especially Eddie, her and I kept it our little secret.

My worst fears were confirmed when I did tell Eddie – he didn’t want the baby. He pushed and pushed for an abortion and I pushed and pushed back that it was NOT going to happen. He finally accepted my decision, and we broke it off. Shocker, right? 18 and not wanting to be a daddy, I guess I could understand.

Jenny was always there for me. Appointments, the sickness, shopping, and even the morning of my labor, she was but a phone call away. I remember her getting so mad at the boys when they would smoke their nasty hookah when I was at the apartment. Eddie didn’t care, but she was yelling at them to stop or take it outside.

The morning I went into labor, she was there. Eddie almost missed the birth (kind of wish he would have, but that is a different story) but Jenny was there from the time I got to the hospital until after Konnor was born. She had come straight from a night shift at work, and I remember her falling asleep on the floor in the room. LOL.

After Konnor was born, Jenny was always there. All of his firsts, and all of his boo-boo’s, everything, she was there.

When all of our other friends left me hanging to continue their life of partying, she didn’t. Jenny grew with me. She developed instincts that mothers gain when they have a baby. They are instincts that I grew well before I had Konnor. Instincts that grew when my brothers and sister were born.

The protective nature.
Nurturing.


Compassion.
Unconditional love.

She became as close to a mother that anyone without a child can be.
Konnor thought the world of his Auntie Jenny. The sweet simplicity of the two. They had this silly bond so full of cuteness and love.

Our lives changed a couple of years ago, and Jenny isn’t around as much as she used to be. I used to think it was because she was just one of those people who don’t truly understand mothers. Fathers, even. Simply because she didn’t have any of her own.
Stupid thoughts.

It wasn’t because she didn’t understand. She loved doing everything with Konnor that she could. Our lives have just gone in different directions. Our paths went opposite one another, and have crossed again. Maybe this time we won’t have to walk down paths that are so far apart.

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One response to “A Little Something About True Friends….

  1. :3 I got emotional reading this.

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