My Best Friend, My Mother.

“I’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.” ― Marilyn Monroe

There are a great number of people who claim to be our friends. I’m always very choosy when it comes to who my real friends are. I have very many friends but very few real ones. You only get know who your real friends are at your time of need. We all have best friends; the ones we share our deepest and darkest secrets with, are always reliable and there when we need them. Then we have the ‘fair weather friends’ those who are our friends only when it’s profitable to them, they hang out with us when all is well and bail on us at the first sign of trouble, the kind that suck happiness out of you. Lastly, we have the ‘rust friends’ the ones we’ve known for a long time and we are probably never going to get any closer to them.

Do you have that one ‘real, true and genuine friend? The one that would stick with you through thick and thin, support you in all your endeavors, always has your back, keeps your secrets, loves your quirky personality and always stays in contact? For me, the answer is Yes. I have that one person who I turn to when all fails and I feel like it’s the end of the world. The more I grow up, the more I become closer to my mom and the more I realize that she  is my best friend…she is actually more than my best friend. Once in a while we’ll butt our heads over small issues but again, she is incredible!!

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