The Wives Club

Being the BEST of friends, through the years, translated…

In recent years, every five, to six months, I’d made my time, to leave my husband, dump my children behind, and sat at a café with my best friend, Allie, and chatted throughout the night.  And, this unspoken date became, this pact we never talked about.

I’d met Allie when I was eighteen.  I was just a freshman in college, while she’s already, working on her graduate degrees.  And, I suppose, it’s affinity that made us, nine years apart, into best of friends!  After several get-togethers, we’d thought up of a title for our gathering, “The Wives’ Club”, Allie is the first of the Evergreen sector, while I, second of the Faithful chapter.  The two of us, who are still quite young, had set up this group for older women, which showed, how even our conversation topics were, related.

Being bored as we were, for almost a decade, “The Wives’ Club” didn’t dissipate, and, we’d used our titles of Wife Number One and Wife Number Two, through the passages of our lives that followed.

For me, Allie is a very special friend.  And, the two lives we had, were quite, unique from each other’s, she has a vast experience in work, has great leisure activities to choose from too, she’d loved music, the arts, loved traveling, and, from time to time, she’d, hauled out that luggage, and headed over to Europe for ten days to half a month at a time on her own.  While I am a full-time housewife, with two little ones, my days were, jammed up by the odds and ends, and my biggest joy was to, sneak in a new book in the midst of my busyness.

But, our separate lifestyles didn’t drive us apart, every time we’d met up, we’d still, chatted it off, without the separations of space or time, like we were still those two, loud girls who’d met up for the first time from way back when.

how women connect with one another…not my photo..

Having Allie there, it’d made me realized, friends don’t necessarily need to have anything in common at all, so long as they showed that care and concern toward one another, and stay connected, then naturally, we’ll be, bonded.  And, moreover, it’s because of how different Allie and I were, it’d allowed me, to show an alternative version of myself in front of her.  Those sides of me that got suppressed, for the sake of the wellbeing of my family, the sharpened, the swift, the quick-to-react, the melancholic sides of my self, I’d felt comfortable, showing all of that out, as we sat and talked on.

Every time that Allie and I met, we’d not needed to find a topic to discuss, and we’re still able to, talk until the shop is closing at night.  We’d gotten worked up, angry, and from time to time, we’d, laughed aloud, and, all the worries, the troubles we’d felt in our separate lives, all got dissolved in that pot of herbal tea we’d ordered.  I’m more than blessed, to have a friend like her in my life, someone who’d completely opposite to me, but how we’d gotten to empathize one another well, and at the time of making the special spark, we could still care for one another’s fragile sides too.

The relationships between women, yeah, it can be, complicated, but, it can also be, quite simple—like how when we first started this “club” of ours, it came from our genuine care and concerns for one another.

a bond like this…not my silhouette here…

So, this, is the bond that two women shared, they are able to connect so very well, because of that mutual respect and love they’d shown toward one another, along with how they offered one another the emotional supports, that, is why we women can establish these sorts of relations with each other, that’s quite different compared to how men are socialized to connect to and with each other.