My True Best Friend

Ever since I got married there has been no such thing as friends night out. If I go out then it is to go out with my husband. If I did go out with someone other than my husband I always cut out early or do not have as much fun. I would never go to the movies unless it was to see something he was not interested in. I honestly do not know why. Maybe it is because my husband is the only friend I need.

In the past couple of months I have been going out with a few co-workers. Maybe three times in the past 4 months, and always when he is out with his friends, which he does almost every weekend. The first time we went and saw a movie. The second time we went out to dinner and to an amusement park. The other time we went to a bar, did some karaoke, and shot pool. I had one drink when we first got there. I actually had lots of fun, but wanted to return back home to my husband. Evan though he was not home.

Hanging out with friends constantly! That was over 6 years ago. My friends would come to my house or I would go to theirs to get high. That was when my husband and I first started dating. After we were married I would hang out at Denny's or go bowling. The Denny's thing would start around 10pm and ended when my husband would come back from his hunting trip at sunrise. We would all have breakfast and then go our separate ways. Bowling was from 9pm til 1am then I would go home. All my other friends would go over to someones’ house and party.

I really only have two friends, and right now they are both scarce. The one I have known the longest is male, gay, and I have known since September of 92. The other one is female, married with kids, and I have known her since November of 06. She is the one bar pal above. He is the Denny's and bowling pal.

I met Simba in high school through some other female friends. I thought he was cute when we first met but I was not in the market for anyone. We did eventually get together after he had gone with all the other girls in the clan. But I got him the longest. Though we were off and on for two years. We never had sex, we never even french kissed. Plenty of hickies and blue balls though. (Muahahha) We figured being friends and mated souls was good enough. A phone psychic told him we were soul mates. If that was the case I would not be where I am now and he would not be gay. His mother wanted to kill him for all the calls he had made to the psychic line. My parents just adored him, like they did some of my boyfriends. Mostly the homely or adorable ones. Any of the bad boys were disbarred. My parents, Simba and I would all go to Pizza Hut and always got on the jute box and played 'I will always love you' and 'I will do anything for love'. Later in the months we started playing 'Can you feel the love tonight'. The Lion King was our movie. His family even drove me up north to meet more of his family. He went away once for awhile and I left the song 'Since I don't have you' on his families answering machine from beginning to end . We would get yelled at all night by our parents because we were on the phone. While on the phone we would be watching Beavis and Butthead marathons til the crack of dawn. A couple years later he moved to Oklahoma for awhile, and while he was there he called me on my birthday and told me he was gay. Though that did explain why he was not as sexually charged as I was while we were together. Anyways yeah I was pissed when he told me he was gay, for two reasons. One because he was the second guy I had been with that decided taking the northern express through the train tunnel was better than a casual drive through the holland tunnel. I drove all the way to Oklahoma and asked him to come back to Arizona with me, in hopes that if I got him away from there he would be straight again. He told he wanted to stay near his mom and would not go. I stole the ring he was wearing to make him come to me to retrieve it. I did not even tell him I took it. I went to sears and had pictures done, I made sure on the head shots that my hand was very visible because I was wearing the kidnapped ring. He didn't come back right away to get it. I was also upset because it was my fucking birthday. Not too long later is when we lost contact. I wrote and called but my letters never came back and the phone had been disconnected. It was years before I found him again. Actually he found me. I was hooked up with an online place called classmates.com and he contacted me. For roughly a year he would drive to see me at my apartment. We hung out a Dennys' and went shopping together. Because of his long absence I met someone new and had gotten married. My husband was a little threatened at first but after seeing for himself that he IS gay he let us go out and do what we wanted. The song 'unanswered prayers' became my song for simba and I. Now we don't ever get to see each other anymore. He lives north of me and every time I ask him to come see me his car has something wrong with it. I work 7 days a week. So it is very difficult for me to drive all they way up there. So we just play phone tag.

The female, Harlequin, was my associate here at work. She was the best I ever had. (Hmmmmm that sounds really dirty). The best associate I have ever had. But after I had corrupted her I figured she was not able to make enough money working with me and I requested she be moved to a managers position at another location. I know that sounds stupid but she was a single mother who had a car and a house. She needed the money to afford it all. She went with my husband and I to the bar to do Karaoke. Her and her boyfriend at the time, would meet us for dinner. I went with her, and Harley, her daughter, shopping for x-mas. I bought her daughter a necklace. We would sneak away from her mother or daughter to have a cigarette. Whenever she had vehicle issues I would be by her side trying to fix it or get her to where she needed to be. One morning I was late for work because she had ran out of gas. I had even drove out to the middle of no where picked her up and drove her to her car after our boss had gotten so wasted she couldn't drive herself. For her birthday I bought her purple naughty toys, and many other purple things. For my birthday she took me to an amusement park. I was her maid of honor, or as she called it the matron of honor. Though I should have turned it down. All of her bridesmaids would have been more suitable candidates. They had known her much longer than I had. I went through with it because she seemed so sincere about wanting me to be her maid of honor. Though I am really sucky at it. I threw her no party. Well sort of. We went to the cheesecake factory then to a bar. Where we sang karaoke, shot pool and they drank. They being the bride and one of her bridesmaids. Know one else was invited. I have not seen her since two days after my husband got out of the hospital. She works elsewhere now. Our hours are majorly conflicting. She works mon-fri 6am to 230pm and I work everyday 10am to 8pm. Soon to be 9am to 8pm. I told her that if she quit with pca we would have a hard time getting together. She said no, we found out I was right. Now we are phone friends. Just like Simba and I.

Nowadays it is like it used to be. Just me and my husband. Harlequin works so early in the morning that she cant have any late nights with me. Simba he lives so far away and works nights. That is why my husband is the best for me. He won't give me an excuse every time I want to do something with him. I know what his schedule is and when he goes to bed. I won't have to worry about him being mad if I don't feel like going out, cause we can always do something at home. And I won't have to wait for him to be late or not show up at all because I am most likely with him and leaving at the same time. All in all my husband is my best friend and that will never change.