I have. We were in our late teens. We met at a club through somebody else, but we hit it off instantly; so good that, within two months, we decided to move in with each other. There was never a time or day that we weren’t together.
She always listened to me and understood my pain. She also laughed with me; sometimes she cried with me, and vice versa. I know that other relationships, or so-called friendships, had their ups and downs, especially when men were involved, but I cannot remember a single incident with us. She had her skills and I had mine, which were totally different from each other. She was a secretary, and I was a telemarketer, but we both helped each other with whatever we lacked. She was a Maryland girl, and I was a SE chick. She graduated from high school, and I went back at age 24 to receive my GED. She finished nursing and I dropped out within 3 months. She barely drank and I became a cocaine addict. Yet we truly got along and understood each other. We took care of each other and had a beautiful friendship. Best friends is what we call it. It’s truly what it is. I can remember the times where we fell in and out of love. Through the pain, we were always there for each other.
It’s kind of sad but also happy, too. Because during my twenty years of addiction, she never came up to see me or anyone else. It kind of makes me feel very special, because now that I am clean, she’s coming up this month to spend her birthday with me. Just to see me. How excited am I? Very!
I’m also a little on the scared side. Afraid that the friendship will not be the same or somehow different. But I’m taking the risk of that because it is worth it!
Her oldest daughter is my goddaughter, and I haven’t seen her since she was about six years old, but I just know that I would know her any time or place that I see her. That’s my Diamond and always will be.
I regret going the opposite way of Stacey, but I am very proud of her. What she has become. She’s a working mom with four kids and is a very good wife. She has grown to make me proud. I’m also married today and free of drugs and a very good wife. I can’t wait to see her again. I have wasted so much of our friendship time on bull crap that I am ashamed of, but I’m not too ashamed to start over. I know that God works in mysterious ways. Nothing is out of place. We have grown, but still we love each other; how many friendships can say that? As I think about her, nothing has changed; she is still my best friend. I can’t wait to pick up where we left off. I can’t wait to spend time with her, her husband and her kids, just to catch up on the things I’ve missed. They are family to me, as well. We have been constantly keeping in touch with each other these past days from long distance. As if either one of us has the money to do this.
Our favorite two places were the clubs and the hair salon. Our favorite movies to watch together were Gone With the Wind and Beaches. We didn’t always have the best of times though; I remember getting my jaw broken from being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Every night, my jaw use to pop in and out of place, causing so much pain. She would come inside my room and practically rock me back to sleep, because this would occur in the wee hours of the night. She wiped my tears and put me back to sleep. No, we were not gay or anything like that, it made me feel so much better. Put it this way, I knew that my friend was not only a friend, but a best friend. Because I was about 23 or 24 years old. But the pain did hurt like hell. She doesn’t remember this too well, but I remember it like it was yesterday.
Then there was another incident where my sister and her baby daddy had a fight and Stacey and I decided to go over there like we were going to kick his butt. You know I thought I was gangster back then. He came into the house, went under his bed and pulled a double-barrel shotgun. Stacey ran one way, and I ran another. I think we left the car. I still laugh when I think of this. Oh! Yeah it was pretty funny after It was over.
Yes, we did some crazy things when we were young, but we are older now and much more mature, and I
thank God that we made it. I truly hope our friendship will always retain its quality and value. We will always be best friends. Happy Birthday, Stacey Renee Trouble-field, and many, many, many more.
