My Fabulous Bitches

A letter to my Bitches.

Dear Bitches (you know who you are),

I love you. You listen to me whine, you feed me wine, you make me laugh, you love me. You are everything I need and I would be nothing without you. Well, I would be something but that something would probably be crazier, more deranged and certainly miserable. No one wants to see that.

I hope you need me too. I hope I am a good friend and I don’t just drag you down with my grumpiness.

You will forever be in my heart and I in yours.

Bitches forever.

xxx

This letter was inspired by a little child-free jaunt (yes, child-free. It. Was. Immense.) this weekend to meet up with my two oldest and bestest buddies. Best friends since we were 4, we really don’t have anything to hide from each other, and don’t / cant pretend even if we did. It is so refreshing and relaxing being able to totally be yourself.

As I left home I was super stressed and tense. The past few weeks had built up in me, I could feel my muscles getting tight and my fuse getting short. My head was pounding. I needed to get away. I left the house at breakneck speed and zoomed away hoping I wasn’t going to completely destroy the weekend for my bitches with my horrible mood.

Due to being a southerner living up north, I was meeting my southern bitches half way. As I was nearing the hotel my stress levels (and headache) were climaxing. You IDIOT man who tried driving up my arse while I was looking for the hotel turning. Is there any need?! Since having screaming children in a car and various other reasons for awful driving I try and never get annoyed at other drivers any more. Who knows what is going on inside their cars? Anyway I digress. I pulled into the hotel and just looking at the immense Christmas decorations I started to relax. When my friends arrived the tension waned further.

We spent an afternoon catching up on gossip, who is fat / crazy from school, work life and home life. We had massages, a glass of wine and saunas. It felt sooooo good.

Then came the dreaded time to get dressed up for dinner. These days I HATE getting dressed up. Partly because I really dislike being uncomfortable (which I always am because none of my clothes fit), and partly because my self-esteem is so poop I always think I look gross. But I got dressed with minimal mirror time and posed for photos. Looking back the photos don’t look half as bad as I felt, but that’s the nature of ‘The Little Wanker’ (refer to previous blog post).

Dinner wasn’t spectacular but the company was. And seeing as we didn’t need to pretend to be something we weren’t, we made sure we were back in our room for ‘I’m a Celebrity’ (having watched Strictly before dinner). We chatted some more. We enjoyed each others company. We talked about my new blog – ‘Make it sound like we were wild’ said my gorgeous bitch soon after talking about wanting a toothbrush to clean her hoover… Sorry my love, but the point is I love you even if we aren’t wild anymore. I am seeing them again for another jaunt in January – This one is supposed to be wild… let’s see if we make it to midnight…

So here is to my bitches. My loves. My therapists and my friends. I love you more than life and thank you for loving me.

Interestingly I drove home even faster than I left. I did miss Bob and number 1 and 2 after all.

xxx

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