Sisterhood

I’m going to Myrtle Beach tomorrow with a couple of my girlfriends so I won’t be able to post. After the week I’ve had – I a need a break.
My friend Chris was supposed to be getting married today. I was to be her matron of honor and wedding planner. We had the caterer booked, DJ booked, tents reserved, dresses bought, favors made, and she had paid for her honeymoon. She called off the wedding when she discovered her future hubby had an alarming affinity for porn. After much discussion and many tears she decided that his inability to stay away from the pay4porn sites was something she could not tolerate and she kicked him to the curb.
My friend Kyna just had oral surgery on Monday after discovering her stepdaughter AKA IdiotSelfishBrat is taking Kyna’s one & only beloved grandchild and moving to Atlanta, leaving no forwarding address.
I’ve spent the past seven days in a narcotic induced haze because of the baseball sized fibroid that has invaded my innards, and I’m looking forward to a hysterectomy some time in the next couple of weeks. The three of us are going on a honeymoon and we are going to have a blast! There is something healing in a girlfriend’s love that is too magical to describe. We belong to a sisterhood that has put up with sorry men, idiot offspring, and “female problems” since we crawled out of the primordial ooze. My husband is the sweetest, kindest, most gentle creature who ever drew a breath but when it comes to kids and ovaries…he’s lost. I need to spend time with my sisters and my Creator so my soul & spirit can begin to heal.