When I moved to Savannah 2.5 years ago, I made the horrendous mistake of trying to make friends using Meetup.com.
Seriously. Slap me.
I found myself surrounded by negativity. Constantly. These women always had something bad to say about someone else in the group but at the next event the same bad-talking beeyotch would be licking the disliked woman’s butt crack.
I heard about people’s dirty business that I didn’t want to hear about. They said horrible things about their children then 10 breaths later were talking about how they were trying to get pregnant again.
It was way too much for this weak-hearted woman to handle.
I felt dejected and didn’t know where to turn to meet friends. How do you even MAKE friends when you’re a stay at home mom? I tried the whole going to the park with the kids thing but it didn’t turn out well. Had I been tall and lithe I would have had no problems making friends but let’s not forget that I was 55lbs heavier than I am now, had extremely low self esteem, a bad case of greasy hair, and boobies bigger than my head. I wouldn’t look a single person in the eye. I would instead, judge every woman who walked by and come up with the most fantastical reasons why she wasn’t coming over to talk to the quite obviously lonely mom scowling at her by the swings.
Geez. I envision myself looking much like this:
Except I’m blonde.
It was about that time I started seeing a shrink who recommended that I join MOPS.
I did so begrudgingly, knowing full well that my #1 and 2 frenemies were members. The year was almost over but I decided to join anyways, lest I hurt myself and all members of my family. I met a few ladies in those last few meetings that I adored. They brought delicious food after Grady was born, and a few budding friendships followed.
The next fall when MOPS began meeting again, I met some of the most wonderful friends a woman could ask for. They were hilarious, they understood that differences of opinion make the world go ’round, they were sarcastic, witty, tit-slingers, motivating, and just all around extraordinary women.
My frenemies and I mended fences, I had people to hang out with during the week, and women to support me during The Workaholic’s long work days, weeks, and months.
I decided upon moving to Wake Forest, NC that I was going to get out there and meet quality women doing the same things I believed in, instead of running around my elbow to get to my arse to find friends. I’m lucky to have Kyle’s cousin here, without whom I would be lost, but we both are on a mission to find new friends who aren’t your typical Judgey Stay at Home Mom. Immediately upon successful installation of the new wi-fi, I wrote Wake Forest Junior Women’s Club and the Raleigh Junior League. I am going to be supping with the incoming president of the Wake Forest Junior Women’s Club at some point soon, and I cannot wait to meet more women who want to do good things for their community instead of tear one another down.
Because really? What does that accomplish?