While my children have been away in Spain, and while I could’ve been sitting in my flat missing them, in my flat about 10 minutes walk away from my old house, an offer was made to me. One that I very nearly didn’t take up as I could’ve preferred to sit in misery.
An offer to meet friends I haven’t seen in some time, and an offer to meet new friends I’ve chatted to on Twitter.
I’d like to thank @jbmumofone for organising a great night last week, an opportunity for me to walk out of my skin of sadness, and I’d like to thank @motherventing for being such an amazing friend.
She’s kindly let me stay at her house for a few days and this sort of friendship is one that I’ve never experienced before. A real reaching out. She’s known how depressed I’ve been over the past months, and, despite her own troubles and sad times, has extended a hand of friendship which I’ve pushed away in the past. There have been times I’ve felt fucking low, sad, utterly shiterly depressed and all she’s wanted to do is call me, tell me silly joke, listen to my pain and cheer me up.
So many times I’ve not picked up the phone. So many times I’ve said ‘I’ll call you later’ but didn’t.
But, like a true friend, she’s persisted. And, while I could’ve been feeling utter shit this week I’ve been having a really lovely time, with her and her beautiful daughter.
Thank you will never go far enough. The words thank you will never feel adequate enough, but they’re all I have.
So, thank you MoVo.
Friends eh? Where would we be without them?