 Every week, an event reminder pops up on my phone that makes me smile. It's for 'Wine and Whine Wednesdays' – a regular virtual catch-up with one of my best friends who lives at the opposite end of the country. For an hour, my pal and I moan about everything and nothing at once. Her dating life, my marriage, work, family, our skin, weight, pets, nice food, holidays, men. To be honest, it's mainly about men – sex, the patriarchy. Your usual stuff. Though we're over 400 miles apart, and see each other about twice a year, nothing stops us from roaring with laughter until we're in tears and can't breathe. It's like the greatest form of therapy, and I always leave the call feeling a sense of euphoric release. Happiness. Contentment – with a side eye of total confusion from my husband about 'what the hell just happened?' He knows not to ask – he knows he'll never understand. The bond between girlfriends is one like no other. Nothing does, or will ever, compare to it – and it should never be underestimated And tomorrow, on National Girlfriends Day, I'll be raising a pint to her and the other women in my life who enrich my every day. My 'ride or dies'. Because, the bond between girlfriends is one like no other. Nothing does, or will ever, compare to it – and it should never be underestimated. It's almost as if women have their own secret language. A fundamental knowledge of each other on a deeper level. We know how to celebrate and commiserate together. We somehow know each other's deepest, darkest secrets, and can sense when something is not quite right, too. My best friends have all seen me at my best and my worst, at my most gorgeous and grotesque – and pass no shame. Still, while my female friends are non-judgemental, they can be brutally honest, too – a type of honesty that you might not get elsewhere, but one you need. Each month){kind=link}
NEWS… BUT NOT AS YOU KNOW IT
Every week, an event reminder pops up on my phone that makes me smile.
It’s for ‘Wine and Whine Wednesdays’ – a regular virtual catch-up with one of my best friends who lives at the opposite end of the country.
For an hour, my pal and I moan about everything and nothing at once. Her dating life, my marriage, work, family, our skin, weight, pets, nice food, holidays, men.
To be honest, it’s mainly about men – sex, the patriarchy. Your usual stuff.