Guest blogger Michelle Kemper Brownlow: They are there at a moment's notice. I watch their kids, no questions asked. They know that they can be brutally honest with me and I will love them just the same. They are my support, my strength, my sisters, my sanity. They are my BFFs.
My husband is my best friend on the planet, but there is something girlfriends can give you that even your husband can't.
Two years ago, I found out that my number had come up and I would soon be receiving four tickets to "The View." I immediately texted my best friends and told them to set aside that day in March and make plans to travel to NYC for our visit with the ladies on "The View." We were so excited!
Fast-forward to the nasty snowstorm bearing down on the East Coast the day we were supposed to leave. School was canceled. Roads were awful. But I have very adventurous friends, and they insisted on still going. Up until this point in our friendship, I thought they knew that I had "issues" with anxiety. They knew that little things freaked me out. They knew that changes in schedule could send me over the edge. So they should have expected my meltdown! But I don't think they did.
After hours of pleading (them) and shrieking (me), they went to "The View" without me, at my request -- but were very verbal about their disappointment over my irrational behavior. This scenario could have been the end of our friendship. Out of embarrassment, I could have walked away. Out of frustration, they could have run the other direction. Instead, the instability I saw mirrored on their faces led me to the doctor's for a much-needed prescription for anti-anxiety meds. Yes, my friends still lovingly refer to me as "Freak" -- but they love me. They really love me!
In our many years as friends, we have gone through great loss, shared in some of the happiest days of our lives, celebrated adoptions and births, mourned through divorce and death. We have shopped our asses off and spent way too much money. We have told many secrets and laughed until we peed. These women are better than therapy. I couldn't live without them!
No, I won't loan them out. They are mine. But if you don't have your own BFFs, you need to find some!