Girlfriends are the best

There are many poems, cards, and funny emails that are widely circulated regarding 'girlfriends'. I think none of them capture the true essence or the true importance of them. Men will come and go, family will disown you, and even your own children will eventually move away and start a life of their own. But girlfriends? Ah, that's something different. True girlfriends are with you through thick and thin, know your dirty little secrets and always, especially when it really counts, tell you the truth.

Things with Eduardo have continued to progress nicely. He is meeting me at my office this afternoon, following me home, and we will attend The Boy's football game together tonight. This means, of course, that he will be meeting The Boy. I've been terribly excited all week at the thought of seeing him again. This week has dragged on so long…and the anticipation had me completely flustered. At least, this was the case until yesterday morning.

Yesterday morning I became completely terrified. I felt like a lead weight was in my stomach and I couldn't think straight for worry and nervousness. I posted previously, all be it briefly, about my fear regarding my relationship with Eduardo. I kept thinking, "Okay, this is going way too well. He can't possibly be this nice. So what the hell is wrong with him?" I kept, quite frankly, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Finally, I contacted a girlfriend of mine and spewed forth all of these thoughts.

After quietly and thoroughly listening to me, like only a girlfriend can, she said to me, "You do realize, after what you've been through, that your fears are completely justified, right?"
::me feeling all smugly justified::
"Now get the fuck over it.", she says.
::me mouth agape::
"This is the first time in almost a decade that you can honestly say you are happy. Just enjoy it and quit trying to ruin it."
"Me? Ruin it? Why would I do that?"
"Because you don't remember how to be happy. You're out of practice. So it's your call: Learn how to be happy again and enjoy this man or be a fearful wench who will end up all clingy and insecure…and we both know how much guys love that. So I say, get the fuck over it and be happy or give me his phone number."

Like hell I will…..