When Best Friends Fight
For the past month I have been at odds with my best friend, Karina the Russian. It has been eating at me and tearing me apart because this girl has been there for me through so much.
She moved me out of the haunted house on the mountain, only a week after meeting me, because she knew what it was like to get out of a toxic relationship. She taught me how to smile again when I didn’t think I had it in me. She told me that I am amazing and beautiful and my hair smells nice too, because I needed to hear those things.
Whenever I had a bad day, she was there. Whenever I needed to take care of a wild hair up my ass, she was there – vodka in hand. We’ve laughed together, we’ve cried together, we have memory after countless memory together, many of them documented on this blog. She was my non-lesbian date through all of the holidays. She broke into my apartment when I lost the key. She supported me going back to school. She made me breakfast and bought me cookies, “Sandy Mandy” cookies (one of my personal favorite posts). She has been my rock. She has been my best friend.
Going a whole month without her has been horrible! The worst part being I had no idea what was causing the strain between us. I pretended like it didn’t bother me, but it was eating me alive! It even gave me nightmares.
We finally spoke! I hate that it was over the phone, but we spoke none the less and it was more then the “so what ‘cha been up to” crap. Oh sure it started out that way but in no time we were both blubbering over the phone telling each other all about hurt feelings this and afraid to tell you thats. I don’t know that we came up for air for about an hour. By the time we had both calmed down and we (mostly I) apologized for not being there for one another I felt like a giant weight had been lifted off my chest. NO, better yet, I felt like I just got handed a giant chocolate bar with toffee and caramel and almonds all mixed together in a perfect gourmet blend with zero calories and zero guilt AND this perfect chocolate bar was handed to me right after having PMS for 2 weeks straight!
I HAVE MY BEST FRIEND BACK!
I’m telling you, once you go Russian you never go back… Russian BFF that is.
Blogfully yours,
Summer
The longer you’re friends, the stronger the bond and the harder the strain when things go awry. I’ve been experiencing a similar blip with my BFF. And the one thing that carries me through this time is I know we’ll get back on track when WE are ready. Glad to see you and the Russian were ready!
honey! I’m so Happy to glad to have our life back! I freaking missed you soooo much!
I felt like Bodie… after i cut of his nuts and claws! What a horrible, horrible felling. I’m going to apologize to him right after this comment post!
LOve you honey bunny!!!
You are my Sprite and I’m your Vodka! We CAN NOT live without one each other!
LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE you soooo much!
kvk
I think best friends are as important as family. They kind of ARE family for a lot of us. Making up after a blip is such a gift. I miss mine so bad. She’s in Iowa & I’m in Utah. We can’t really have blips anymore because we see each other just one day a year. I start crying so hard as soon as we say goodbye and she can’t see my face anymore.
It’s so great that you have yours back.