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The house is very quiet, our kids have gone to study overseea and its just my husband and I. We are very happy together, we are very good friends, good lovers, he is good company, funny, sweet and pleasing.

Are you tired of all those mushy "friendship" poems that always sound good but never actually come close to reality?

Well, here is a "friendship" poem that really speaks to true friendship and truth itself!  

I was always quite emotional ever since I can remember!

Last year was the worst time for me as i felt as though no one understood me. My friends were there for me but i never felt as though I could confide in them as there was always a lot of backstabbing around the girls.

I am just like the rest of you. At least I used to be. But now when I look in the mirror I see who I am meant to be.

Our marriage was proverbially tempestuous from Day Two, when Tom seriously biffed me after I'd accidentally biffed him in a playfight.I should've walked out then, confirming for the doubting relatives that this shotgun union wasn't made in heaven. But, he was so immediately sorry - as he was to be many times in the short years of our teenage pretense at marriage.

The concept that it is as okay to feel good about being a size 24, 26 or even 30+, as it is to gloat about squeezing oneself into a size 10, is relatively new to me. But having recently acknowledged that when people discuss “the youth of today”, it is no longer me to whom they refer, and finding myself of less than (or perhaps that’s more than) sylph-like stature, I have finally accepted that, for whatever reason, I am destined to be a big girl, so why fight it? It’s a battle I know I can’t win, and, quite frankly, I have too many other things to do with my life, to be concerned about fitting into someone else’s idea about how I should look, what I should (or more importantly, shouldn’t) eat, and, ultimately, what I should be. I’m me, for goodness sake – what you see is what you get – take it or leave it!