“One loyal friend is worth ten thousand relatives.”
May of last year I was coming off a bad time. My father had died the previous November and I had spent the last 2 years helping with his care. In February I had been hit with a form of arthritis that had me in horrible pain for several months – I was nearly unable to walk alone. Thanks be to God, and the fine doctor I went to, the cure was quick and complete! In May I felt that I had been handed my life back and I wasn’t planning on wasting it!!
I knew that spanking had put a real spark in our marriage with our first attempt a few years before so once again I typed in “spanking” on the computer. Trumpets sounded, the heavens opened and a shaft of light hit the screen as My Bottom Smarts came up!
I had gone looking for a way to spice up our marriage and boy howdy, did I find it!! Nick still thinks he died and went to heaven because of the unbelievable changes in his wife of 23 years. The spanking is so much fun!! The sex is incredible!! And for me, better than both of those things, is the closeness and love we now have that keeps growing.
But you know that is not even what this post is about. I knew when I went looking on the internet that was what I was looking for, something for our marriage – I never believer it would come to me in such abundance but I knew that was what I was looking for. But my other find, the other life changing event that occurred, was never expected even in my wildest dreams. I was reading everything I could find out here Bonnie, Cassie, Grace and Tiggr where my earliest friends. I finally made a tentative comment or two but then I stumbled onto some writing that was me! Everything that I had thought for some years, everything I had felt – here it was laid out for me. So I commented, July 16, 2006 I told Eva:
“Please crawl out of my head; it’s a bit crowd in here with both of us.”
You know Eva is stubborn, she doesn’t always listen. Thank God she didn’t listen then! She didn’t crawl out. In fact she crawled on in and brought in a recliner, kicked back and made herself at home. And I have never been more grateful!
I know that at 49 I did not expect to be making a new best friend. That sounds like an out of date term to some of you but remember I teach 12 year olds. With girls (regardless of age) the term is powerful. Eva is the best girl friend I have ever had or ever expect to have.
After my first comment she emailed me and before the day was over we had shared that we were both teachers – math teachers at that. Again that was July we have pretty much had a running conversation ever since then. I don’t think we have missed a day talking since then unless one of us did not have access to a computer. It didn’t take long to break down the “this is a stranger I met on the internet” barrier. Pretty soon we were talking on the phone and sending each other pictures. I even have
I have shared things with her that I have never shared with any other person. Yes that includes telling her things I have never told Nick although I am doing 100% better about opening up to him in large part because of Eva’s constant hounding me to do so. She is persistent! Sometimes she can be sympathetic – although being a Yankee her sympathetic comment sometimes consists of “Gee, sucks to be you!" Sometimes she yells at me. I mean you ask a simple question like “Why do I have to get my cholesterol down?” and she yells “Because I said so!” Can you tell she is a teacher with 3 kids of her own?
Eva is not perfect, she can be very stubborn and even had the gall the other day to ask me in what ways she was stubborn – I sent here a list! But there is one real problem, and I don’t mean to be critical, but there is no other way to say it – she sounds like a Yankee! Sorry if that sounds harsh but I try to tell the truth out here. And I need to take the time here to say – I do not have an accent, no one around here does. Well with the possible exception of Mollie, she sounds a little southern.
So here we are not quit a year later and finally, finally we get to meet. No one knows how excited I am. We both have apprehensions about the meeting which we have shared with each other. Her doubts are ridiculous and mine – well I just have to live with the worry. She is a good enough person to love me anyway.
There are so many people I have come to love out here. There is no one out here that I do not want to meet and visit with. I don’t know why Eva and I moved into each other’s head and made ourselves at home but it was meant to be. We tease about being twins. We may not actually be twins but we are sisters. Maybe we don’t get as close to people in our real lives because we won’t say to the friends we see daily “I love you, I am a better, happier, wiser, funnier person because you came into my life!” But that is what I am saying to Eva. I mean every word of it! Hurry and get here guys, we can’t wait!