She-wolves; a group of awesome ladies that do dumb yet reasonable things together; ferocious loyalty; BFFLs.
I am part of a wonderful pack of women who I have made my family. They get me even if it took damn near a decade, but its cool because I am still not sure I get me.
I fell into their lives while I was 1200 miles away from home, with a baby and a military husband. I was a squishy ball of depression and I hated everything when I met them, including them. I wanted so bad to have a companion and at the same time I wanted to cry in a corner alone and stuff. It was hard, it was sad and I am so grateful to them.
They forced me to hang out, they bothered me and made me take my kid to places. They gave me direction. I had no idea how to be a grown up and here I was, thrown head first into a streaming pile of adulthood and I was 100% drowning. They helped pull me up, but I am not sure they even know that.
As years moved on and our babies turned to toddlers we all became good friends. We wined and dined, drank all the wine and had too much fun at garage sales. We have played pranks, said things we regret, watched fellow she-wolves move away and our bond only gets stronger.
The years move forward still and now our kids are hitting their teenage years and the she-wolves have been officially labelled “old”. Now its the little things that make us laugh, the memories some of us hold onto and the new things we find ourselves getting caught up in. A trip to Whole Foods turned into a discovery that when saying the word “Cacao” you can sound like a crow and at Whole Foods, all that shit has Cacao. So, why not shout it everything we see it. A trip to Dollar General turned into a concerning conversation about leather seats and torn vaginas. Yes, torn vaginas, its what happens when your junk sticks on a hot seat and you try to slide out of it. A drunken night of laughter turns into tears for our losses, a tribute to us girls without dads.
My point is, these people have given me strength when I had nothing left. They have lifted me up even when I thought I didn’t need to be lifted. They have made me laugh when nothing was funny. I could not have survived life without them.
Do not ever mess with the friendship of a she-wolf pack, we will not turn our backs on each other and will probably eat you. We get hungry a lot and most of us are totally cool with the extra calories if its worth it, oh and throw in a nice robust Cabernet and its all over. Good eats!