My friends are like bedbugs. I just can't shake these people. They are persistent and get under my skin and I absolutely love them for it. Even when I alienate myself from them for long periods of time, they're still there lurking for the first chance to hop on me. God bless these beautiful people.
I have moments where I've wavered during this pre-divorce separation and I'll be damned if every single time when I reach out for advice these blessed little bugs don't buy into cheap bitching, but listen to what I'm really saying and ask me the questions that lead me to the answers in my heart. They love me in a way I'm not sure Senor Ex ever has. Maybe that's why he tried to alienate me from them. I'll stop right there, I have no interest in becoming bitter and blaming.
Oh the life I used to have with my bugs. They are all so different and it feels like my heart reached out and connected to each one of them because collectively they make up my personality. I have country friends, city friends, crazy impulsive friends, deep thoughtful friends, snarky sarcastic ones and genuine open ones. I have a friend for every facet of myself. How lucky am I?
I'm actually even luckier than you think because I have a family that's like the biggest, coziest quilt ever. They are a bright collection of quirky people in what appears to be a random mismatched pattern, but try to tear a block out and you'll find out just how strong we are. My family has always been amazing at standing back and letting people grow into themselves. We don't micromanage. We hang out on the quilt rack until you're shivering and reach for us then we hop in and cover you up until the worst is past and you are content from the soul out.
Life has thrown some pretty crazy crap my way, but when it seems too much I hop in my bed and let my bedbugs burrow deep to remind me that I can do it and cover myself in my blanket that repels the worst of it until the worst has passed.
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