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  • We are group of four, crazy, problematic, strong-willed girls, or women, you may say. We are all 33 year old, but behave like teenagers, really.

    We have been friends for almost twenty years.

    We have been apart by distance (and by choice) and we have disappointed each other so many times...

    We have dated our ex-boyfriends and have fought over other guys. We have tried to work together and end up hating one another. We have envied each other and also felt really jealous. We have said the worst words behind our backs and, on countless occasions, we have decided to grow apart. Sometimes, we simply did without even realizing.

    And yet, we are still friends and really close. We have developed a sense of sisterly, soul sharing complicity that, despite everything, we are highly dependent on each other. We know our worst, but we also know and value our best like no one else.

    We have shared our first times, graduations, change of profession, diploma burning, first weddings, first divorces, first/second child births, second weddings, worst nightmares. We were there, and picked up the pieces for each other, and we were also there getting drunk, supporting and celebrating our victories.

    The bottom line is that, no matter how long we haven't seen each other, when we do, it feels safe, it is like coming home.

    They call us crazy, they don't understand us, they even call us fake. Who cares?! All the difficulties and troubles that could set us apart, just didn't. This must mean something, right?

    I guess you can call this a family (a dysfunctional one) and I am just glad I found my crazy, soul sisters that just accept me and value for what I really am. They probably do because I'm also a nutter, but who am I to judge?

    I just know that there is no greater feeling than having someone who will say 'yes' for every single stupidity you come up with, or just laugh on your troubles to light up your despair.

    My friends are part of my family, of what I am and of what I will be.

    Resilient friendships like these are extremely rare. Maybe because friendships between other people don't need to be so resilient.

    For ours resilience meant (and means) survival, as we help each with our troubles on growing up and try to quit the teen/lightheaded behavior.
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