I miss my other half.

        Now I know most of you are thinking, the Hubs. And you’d be wrong. I mean DUH I miss him when he is gone, shoot even when he is at work for the day I miss him…Most of the time when he is at work for the day I miss him. I am talking about my children’s second mom, even though Baby Girl has never officially met her, the person that no matter what I can tell my secrets to, the one that I can always count on; My East Coast bestie and co-parent.

      We always joke that we had to be friends; it wasn’t a matter of us getting along. It was a matter of our hubs being best friends. It was just lucky that we did get along and became great friends in such a short amount of time. In the two years we lived next to each other we celebrated first birthdays (and seconds and thirds along with the adults birthdays), new life, and all of the joyous moments life can bring. We also mourned loss of people that the hubs and I loved dearly. We joined together to be the best mother we could be. (Yes, mother, not mothers) we Co-parented and at times I am pretty sure our pirates didn’t know the difference between their bio mommy and their second mommy other than the hair color and living arrangements. Her pirates had their room at my house as well did my pirate at theirs. Our children were together every day unless we went to visit families, even then those have intertwined.

      She is the person that when you meet them and you just know that they will always be a BIG part of your life. For the first year and half( and in utero) she was such a huge part of my son’s life, there were times that he had enough of me ( it happens when the only people in the house are you two) and would cry and beg to go see her. As soon as we would walk into their house he would be all smiles go hug his second mommy and play with Rah Rah. Besides my husband she was the first to know about Baby Girl, we knew that each other were pregnant before we (the pregnant ones) knew, she was also the first person to hold little Lime (besides grandparents) and the first to know that Baby Girl was born. I was able to talk to her when I was in labor and all alone while The Hubs was home with Lime waiting for someone to get there to watch him. She doesn’t know (well does now) that if it wasn’t for her I would have been freaking out and would have tried to walk home. 

      I don’t even want to write this because I can’t find a way that doesn’t sound strange or that The hubs isn’t a vital part of my life ( he is I promise!) but saying that she is my sister or my best friend just doesn’t do it. She is my other half; there is a small part of me missing because I don’t have her and her family around me. I know that sounds crazy but it’s the only way that feels right to put it. I need this woman in my life, she gets me, she doesn’t judge me, and she loves my children just as much as I do. It’s hard to find friends like that. It’s a good thing that she (at least I hope she does) feels the same way and there is no way our families are growing apart.