My BFF.... Repost

This is a repost in answer to Esther IS Flesh and Blood S. Sexy queston of the Day

Growing up, we moved around a lot.  My dad was in the Navy for the first six or so years of my life, then my parents didn't really settle into a "home" until I was 13.  More often than not I didn't spend more than two years in any one school until Jr. High school.  Kind of hard to make friends when you are moving around so much. By the time my folks settled down, most of the kids where I went to school had already formed their own little cliques and groups.  I was always an outsider.  I went to a very small school.

 After I got married the first time, and moved to Wichita, KS, I met a girl only a few months older than me.  Her name was Yvette.  And though we had our moments of good and bad, it was mostly good.  We would shop together, we go out together.  She would cry on my shoulder, and I would cry on hers.  I left my husband, because I couldn't deal with him anymore.  Mostly I hated being called stupid b* all the time.  Yvette's marriages (all three of them) were much worse.  She endured physical abuse.  Her second husband was worse than the other too.  Even after she left him, he'd find her and beat her so bad she had to be hospitalized.  Once it was so bad it left her with a brain trauma that she never quite recovered from.  Her third husband was much nicer to her for a few years, then he just couldn't stay away from the drugs or the booze and he started getting violent.  He never got the chance to touch her thank goodness.

When I did leave my first husband, Yvette was the only one on my side.  She was the only one who understood.  I moved far away from Kansas but still kept in touch by phone.  Then my ex called and told me she had died.  I thought he was lying to get me to come home.  He'd told me other lies before.  I just KNEW he was lying he had to be!  She was only 37 years old. 

 Sadly, he wasn't lying.  No I didn't go back, but I did find out what happened.  The medication she was taking for her brain trauma wore on her heart.  That and the stress she had gone through was just too much.  Her heart failed her.  And I miss her terribly.

I know people I call friends.  Actually I'm mostly just friendly toward people and they are friendly back.  I've had occasion to go shopping with these people or having dinner with them. Most of them I know because of my current husband.  But I don't have any "real" friends.  I've never known that kind of friendship before Yvette, or after.