I used to be the ‘guys girl’. In high school, almost all of my close friends were guys and I liked it that way. All of them, of course except for my friend Christine who was just like me and preferred to hang out with the less dramatic sex. I was not a ‘lets go get our nails done and go shopping’ girl.
In college I was a little more open-minded. I formed a very tight-knit circle of girlfriends that I still consider more like sisters than friends. Xena, Kristin and Lauren probably know more about who I really am than I do myself, and I love them intensely. But I still hung out with fraternity boys and refused to join a sorority.
Now, I can’t imagine a life without my girlfriends. I know having kids changes how you see yourself and the world, but I have never felt like more of a woman and I don’t mean that in any kind of women’s empowerment way. I feel like my girlfriends, especially those that are married and/or have kids, understand my need to bitch constantly and aren’t put off by it. I don’t mean to complain, but goddamnit my husband pisses me off sometimes, my kids drive me insane, and none of my guy friends care to hear about any of it.
Tonight my friend Meredith is hosting a Pampered Chef party. If you would have told me 10 years ago that this would be my Friday night I would have laughed and felt incredible pity for my boring adult self. But a night to drink wine and shop for kitchen stuff sounds like just what this cabin-fevered mom of 2 needs.
And I’ll probably bitch the whole time about my husband and my kids. And my girlfriends will know this doesn’t mean I love them any less, it just means I need an avenue to let loose with everything that isn’t acceptable to say to anyone else. They get it. That’s what’s so important about girlfriends.