February 26, 2005
I tried to make some friends.
I am utter rubbish at making friends, and I am even worse at keeping them. Anyone who wants to be my friend knows that I am flaky at best but that I always come back around. Often, I just plain forget to call people or write people or generally keep in touch, but I always remember the holidays and if a friend ever needed me I would be there like the peanut in the yellow M&M. I can count the number of friends I have on one hand-these are people that I love and that love me. And every single one of them lives in another country, too far away to ever ask, my toes pointing inward and my heart pointing down, if maybe they could come with me and have a drink, maybe we can talk?
So I invited 3 of my former neighbors (from across the street) to my house last night for dinner and for a book club.
That's right.
I've joined the masses.
My three neighbors brought along another nice woman from Belgium whom I've met before and whom I think is a riot. Three of us had read the book, two of us didn't, but it didn't matter-I thought we should take a chance to have a chick evening and run with it. It was a meal and a book-I made bruschetta and pesto-spinach lasagne. The Belgian brought a homemade chocolate mousse and another woman Billie brought a creamy strawberry pie. I lit a fire in the fireplace, lit the candles around the kitchen and living room, and uncorked the wine.
And we talked.
And we laughed.
And we did discuss the book, The Time Traveller's Wife, and I was amazed to see the different interpretation of the book that we all had. Astonishingly, I had the most cynical and pessimistic interpretation of the ending. We discussed parts we liked and parts we didn't, and unbelievably, it was really interesting to talk to the women about these things.
As we opened bottle after bottle we also talked about our lives. Of the 5 women at my dining room table I found out that every single one of us feels responsible or is responsible for breaking up the previous marriage of the man that is now our partner. Every last one of us is on a second or third marriage, and only two of the women have had children, all of whom are fully grown.
And it was so easy. We all talked and laughed and shared things about our life. We never stopped for want of conversation, and we covered it all-politics, money (and good God did I feel horribly guilty when I realized I make almost 3 times what they make), work, cooking, our favorite books. It was so easy to talk to them, and I didn't lie or make myself anything or anyone different, I didn't play any parts-I just tried to tell them the truth. I had been so nervous and apprehensive before they came, I am so terrible at trying to connect with people.
The talk kept going and at one point the two women who did read the book, Lila and Billie, turned to me, as the other two talked about their adult children.
"Helen." Billie said in a low voice. "How did you feel about the whole child issue in the book?"
I took a sip of wine and tucked my knee up against the tablecloth strewn with the detritus of the meal. "I understood it. I completely related to her desperate need to have a child, to keep trying no matter what the personal cost to herself. I know what that's like."
Lila leaned forward. "Me too." she whispered, looking at me and hoping the other two wouldn't hear.
Billie nodded too, and looked at me, a tiny smile on her face. I looked back at the two of them and decided that I no longer needed the parachute I had strapped to my back. I didn't need it, as I wasn't going to fall.
"I've had two rounds of IVF before." I said quietly. "I know."
"I've had five." Billie whispered. "I know as well."
"I've had a few, too." Lila said with a rueful smile.
We looked at each other with a sad understanding smile, women from different backgrounds and with different lives, and we found out that when you get a group of women together, there are always ones who just can't get that blue line on a pregnancy test, there are ones whose arms ache for a baby and who have to avoid the Living Channel during the entire daytime running hours, until the back to back Baby Miracle shows conclude. Sitting across the table, suddenly three of us knew what it was like to be in the others' shoes, and suddenly we knew we had someone we could talk about it with.
And just like that, we all held hands and jumped off the cliff.
"We're thinking we're going to try again in late spring." I said, laying all my cards face-up on the table.
"Lila and I are both maybe too old to try anymore." Billie said sadly. "So you...you'll be our hope, ok?"
And when the women left, they left as my friends, with a new book date set and drunken smiles all around.
-H.
PS-we leave tomorrow! Melissa and Jeff arrive this afternoon and then we are off until March 11. We are taking two new airlines that none of us have ever been on before. We are taking this airline to Los Angeles, where we will spend two days in Southern California. Then we get on this airline, as we fly to Oahu for 8 days and will stay in my father's condo in Hawaii.
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