Jenn is a 20-something self-admitted mean wife whose sarcasm cup overfloweth with inappropriate wheelchair jokes. Okay, I was trying to summarize this week’s featured blogger from her about me page, but I can’t stop giggling. I love her humor and her heart. You’ll see for yourself. Welcome Jenn from Crippled Girl.
When Shell first asked me about guest posting, I was a little worried that I wouldn’t have anything that fit the theme. In almost all cases, if I feel like it’s got some entertainment or emotional value, it goes on my blog, no questions asked.
And then a few weeks ago, some absolutely ridiculous family drama threw a major monkey wrench into my normal, boring, everyday life. To make a long story short, a certain person was complaining about me, to my mother. Which, as I’ve come to find out, is a pretty efficient way of learning that you’re apparently a bossy, self-absorbed, always miserable, know-it-all.
Thanks for the memo.
In the long run, nothing this person said has much bearing on my life, even if it was hard to swallow, especially considering it was coming from “family”. But there was one comment that really took me by surprise. To paraphrase, the person said she would like to be friends with me again, but she’s just sick of hearing about my woes.
In truth, this year hasn’t been exactly picture perfect. Adding accessibility projects, genetic testing debacles, and being diagnosed with infertility in the form of pcos has put stress levels at an all-time high.
I wouldn’t have gotten through any of it, if it wasn’t for my friends – the ones who sat on the phone with me and waited, until I could calm down and stop sobbing long enough to form decipherable words again; the ones who put up with me ranting and raving through the same story for the seventh time that week, and tried to make me laugh when we all ran out of comforting things to say; the ones who support me and love me unconditionally, even when my choices are the polar opposites of what they would have done, if the situation was theirs to deal with.
So when I think of the comments made, about being friends without the woes, I sort of feel sad for her. I wonder if she’s got a group of amazing women she can turn to in a moment’s notice; who drop everything and do as much as they can. The friends who don’t make you feel guilty when life gets chaotic and you can’t find the time to breathe, let alone plan a girls’ night out. The friends who hold your hand when you’re grieving, and don’t put an expiration date on how long they’re sticking around.
To me, these are the sort of things that make friendships real. I’ve got some pretty incredible people in my life, who love me for better or worse: flaws, woes, bossy moments and all.
While there’s so many things I’d love to say in response to the hurtful comments that have been thrown around, it really boils down to this one, simple fact: those looking for a part-time friendship need not apply. I know too many great people to waste my time on that.