Sex In The City

Do friends like the characters in Sex In The City really exist? Through thick and thin, can talk about anything, there no matter what? The conversations that they have are incredibly personal and they cheer through the good times and cry with each other in the bad times.

Doing life together...

What got me thinking about this was the movie The Help. Troy and I saw it last night and it was such a good movie. It was touching, humbling, and in parts hilarious! It is incredible to think that those times actually existed and that those people were really treated like property. My train of thinking started with the most hilarious scene in The Help, which I will not ruin, but has to do with poop. And then from poop I was thinking about the Sex in the City movie when Charlotte shit herself in Mexico. Super weird train of thought but that is how I got to close relationships.

I am really only close with my husband, my oldest little sister and maybe my God-sister. I do not have a group of friends that gather just to do lunch and catch up and do life together. So much of the time I really feel alone in my battles and celebrations with the exception of my husband.

I am envious of groups of girls that do everything together. I used to have a core group of friends in high school but after graduation I just let those relationships slip away. We went to different colleges, I got a full time job, and I didn’t put forth the effort necessary to keep strong relationships. Some of this has to do with the fact that I immediately moved in with my boyfriend, who is now my husband, and my time was split between work, school and my BF. Any extra time, and lets face it - there wasn’t much, was devoted to the few friends I still had.



Yard Sale on Saturday



The summer of 2005 changed my life. My God-sister was pregnant with Vincent and I spent all of my time with her. Troy and I were on the outs and I spent every day and night with her. I was her Lamaze partner, her confidant, and her right hand to help her take care of her 2 step children and her loser boyfriend. I had independence, time, and motivation to be a good friend. I spent a good amount of time with her friends, much of them who I did not like, except for one. We kind of became a family unit. I think that was the closest thing I got to Sex In The City status, except there were boys in my group. Her friendship means the world to me and then she honored me as becoming her son Vincent’s God-mother. I planned her baby shower, went baby supply shopping, helped set up the nursery, and was there to hold her hand every step of the way. I was there when Vincent was born and I have been there through his entire life as he has grown up. He will be 6 on Sept. 14th. I can’t believe how big he is.



On our way to get breakfast!

Amy was the person I called when my SIL announced on Mother’s Day that she was pregnant with her 3rd. I held the phone and cried. She listened and encouraged me. I wept and she just listened. Don’t get me wrong, I was so happy for my SIL and for our family to grow but so deeply sad as I had already had 1 m/c and was still so disappointed with this. The pain was still very fresh. Unfortunately she lost the baby. The point is, Amy was just there. I didn’t have to act strong. I was just myself. Disappointed and discouraged. She will never know how much that means to me.

Do you have friendships that are deeply rooted? Can you call them at any time of the day or night just to talk or to hear that everything is going to be alright? Do you have someone to celebrate with, reflect with, and bitch about your husband to? Are you truly yourself around these people with no façade to emit what you think people expect of you? Authentically yourself? I may not have a whole group of ladies but I do have my sister and Amy. Thank you God for these girls in my life.