I realized today that I promised to tell you about my best friend, Pam.
When I was 14, I moved from Massachusetts to Florida as my mom, after a nasty divorce, was pretty destitute and her parents, who lived in Sarasota, said that they would help us out if we moved down to Florida.
I was in 10th grade. I had SUCH a Massachusetts accent... I stuck out like a sore thumb which was a nightmare for a girl like me who liked to fly under the social radar. See, when I was a young girl, and it's still pretty true to my character today, large groups tend to scare me. And I guess that's because I don't think I fit in with all the "normal" people. Those people can spend years talking about nothing in particular. I can't do that. I always want to get to the core human issues and really relate to people. And, it's hard to find people that I feel are capable of sharing on that level, let alone able to understand and empathise with my experiences.
WHICH, is one reason I so appreciated all the replies when I poured my bitterly hurt heart out in my "Marital Discord" thread. I felt people heard me and many voiced understanding and empathy and sometimes even concern! So many times I say things and I feel completely ignored. I'll have to express my sincere thanks on that thread.. But... I digress.
Pam was in my Geometry class. She tells me now that she fell in love with the way I raised my hand and asked our teacher, Mr. Winegar, geometry questions... "Mista Winegah? Can you explain the formula for the ahk?" (arc)... and how self-conscious I was when the teacher was trying to answer my questions amid giggles from the class. (I had no idea my classmates were laughing at my accent. I thought they were thinking I was an idiot because I didn't understand Geometry very well.)
I didn't know Pam very well at all, except to say "hi" coming into or leaving class. She sat all the way on the other side of the room. So, it surprised the hell out of me when one day after school, she rang my telephone and invited me to my very first concert. "Terrie.... " (I was Terrie back then) "A bunch of us are going to see Jethro Tull next Tuesday night... we have an extra ticket... I thought you may like to go with us." I was dumbfounded. "Me?" "Yes." "Why would you invite ME?" "Because I think you're nice and I like you!" "Oh... ok...." (I had never even heard of Jethro Tull by the way... lol.... I was SUCH a geek.)
And that, ladies and gentlemen was the start of a beautiful friendship. Pam introduced me to my first great love... that about killed me.... but I got over him. And then she introduced me to my now husband. I remember her telling me, "You are the nicest girl I know. Marty is the nicest guy.... it just seems right." I wasn't interested in him romantically in the least. But after years of being friends with Marty, I ended up falling in love with him and marrying him.
Pam and I have gotten married together, had our babies together, bought houses, had heartache.... shared an entire life together... for coming up on 28years now. But regardless of the amount of time we've spent in each other's lives, the thing that makes her my best friend is this: I can tell her anything.... I mean ANYTHING... and she won't stop liking me. That... THAT is a true friend.
Oh... and by the way, she is the only person in the world that STILL calls me Terrie. And she's the only one I will allow!