Feeling a little sentimental tonight so I thought I would bring back a blast from the past. Enjoy it.
I have often wondered when a friendship breaks
up, how you divide up the assets. Being a person that has been through
a couple divorces, I like to believe that the divorce would produce a
settlement that all parties could live with.
party should get the wonderful memories that came from a friendship?
How can you split that down the middle? Is it that one party gets the
great memories of life in Crazy House with all it's ups and downs..and
one gets the memories noon time luncheons where EVERYONE was welcome to
What judge is going to take the time to go
through all the photos and emails,, posts and dockets.. and determine
which friend gets what?
When the testimony reads, "I
welcomed you into my home, invited you to the lake twice, and had you
to the important events in my family's lives"
more testimony reads, " I allowed you to join us at our home, hunt our
game and allow your husband to spend quality time with his children,
teaching them something that was important to him."
What judge will decide who was the better friend and deserves the happy memories?
testimony shows one member of the friendship tells of all the
wonderful photos she has to share.. but never gets it done... and other
members shared all the photos with her... Should she have a fair split
of the acquired photos and memories?
And, what about
the extra friends. The ones that got caught in the middle. The ones
that wanted to be friends with everyone, no matter what.. who gets
What about the hate and discontent? Who really
deserves to own that? Should it be the one that walked away, or should
it be the one that stayed to fight? Maybe it should be the one that
snuck behind the backs of everyone to cause even more chaos?
I'm not a judge.. but I truly believe that the courts can not decide a
divorce like this. I believe that the parties decide that, long before
they file for divorce.
I believe the parties
themselves decide what they will cling to....Since I wear my heart on
my sleeve, I choose to cling to the love.
I choose to
remember the day we all met at the buffet house and laughed and giggled
and put our differences aside long enough to enjoy each other's
company. Even if there were no cookies served there..
choose to remember the day we stuffed our faces with pizza and pop,
meeting new people that we only knew by code names on forums.
choose to remember late nights around a camp fire....drinking wine ...
and contemplating where our lives had taken us, and where we hoped it
I don't choose to remember, anyone getting angry because I live too far out in the woods to drink and drive.
I don't choose to remember the lies told to my face.
I don't choose to remember the hate and anger that was spewed across the Internet for all the world to read.
I don't choose to remember 40 women that couldn't get along, and didn't want anyone else to get along.
I don't choose to remember the backstabbing done from both sides of the fence.
I don't choose to remember any of us acted that way.
I choose to remember how much love, each and every one of us had at some point in the friendship.
I choose to remember the late night online chats with each other,,ALL OF US...
I choose to remember the honesty brought forth between any two people at any moment..
choose to remember the adults,, that although it could get pretty mean
and nasty at times (depending on how much booze was involved) could
either work it out,, or walk away..
I choose to remember how much I laughed at a ciggie smoking booze hound dog... and the pictures that proved it..
I choose to remember how hard I laughed when she yelled..STOP LAUGHING .. TINK IS NEXT BITCH!
choose to remember that although it couldn't last... it was fun at the
time... and it's a part of my life.. that I wouldn't take back.. It's a
part of my life,, that I can either file under..
AND THE UGLY..
or I can file under..
IT WAS A WILD AND WONDERFUL TIME...
I choose the latter...
So, the pictures have been filed away......
the forums have been deleted..
blogs have been destroyed..
emails have been zapped...
and the really good memories.... have been burned in my memory forever...because
THAT IS WHAT I CHOOSE...
want my daughter and Grand-daughter to remember me as... a person who
could take a punch.. give a punch.. know when to call it a day..
want them to remember me as a person who fought for what she thought
was right,, left when she discovered it was wrong.. and did her best in
I want them to remember me as the woman who
wore her heart on her sleeve. The woman who allowed herself to get
hurt over and over.,,, if she thought the ride would be worth it... The
woman who,,, against all odds...would survive,, learn... and grow...
from anything life threw at her...
the woman who believed with all her heart and soul... in the song...