Men pass away, friends are

Namely: who would dare you have the patience to deal with telephone a friend sobbing devastated by an impossible love? Of course, for that male pride and learned that some men do not cry, hardly any trouble in that the call but if it happens, what?

Would they have the infinite patience that would have a wife? Now, if the friend in question calls drunk, masculine way to mourn the men, maybe things change a little color and reconsider before sending it to the Wednesday in the state or go to assemble the pieces of his colleague .

For sure, that drunkenness is the result of a woman cut off an ugly face. Well, for us it is normal.

No drunk, wept long sleepless nights of their own and passing it to our friend, that is to listen no matter what time it is.

And do not you know, my dear boys, everything we do to not kill you because between us: you feel like it!, From time to time. Well, call the same friend, which become extremely jealous of you as if you could do another activity with them that is not chat, talk, talk, cry and everything for you.

Is she who woke up in the one millionth time, and we ask (humbly) if we can go home to talk until dawn, so as not to massacre them.

It is she and she alone, for example, that makes us put them to desist from a rattlesnake in your bed or you give them, the style Yiya Murano (the poisoner of husbands, your usual was to be a rich widow) when we get angry with you.

Of course, as we are ladies and especially civilized people, sublime, with our beloved, tail and breeches, the desire to proceed to annihilate them, talking of instinct murderer until we pass.

And after all the hatred spewed, having our friend shaking me to not sleep in the middle of the fifth act of our misfortunes with you, we come home: unto angels, ready to redeem them and assuming that we head to toe in love of you .

She is and not another, which convinces us, ipso facto, and find the right words to make us resign our intention, visceral, of wanting to kill our offspring after the last prank. That crowned strawberry dessert, the fifteen hundred who come to endure, the flesh of our flesh, that is: our son.

The one chosen and careful words, it takes work and all, tells us not worth it, that if the monster did not kill himself alone, after which he ordered and all it cost us to save your own prank there is no question of going after killing him.

Especially with the work it took us out of the oven of the kitchen where he was hiding, playing hide and seek with our nerves.

The pot does to us and suppress our instincts again fellah murderers against our little garden. A big extra large size, compared to our henpecked husband, who has left him with pride and other things too badly hurt by the way.

Which also makes us shrimp when we ask please pray, pray silently, to focus on to try to write a computer and the littlest, turn all his toys and rope pile next to our ears, the cat meows a cat and food ration of milk and eats not finally be in love.

And yes, inescapable conclusion: the women of any race are as follows: we fall in love and do not eat. And still the friendly mission, calling our pity not to make a mass murder.

The passing the night with us, preparing tea for one million which shook all the lime tree found in the neighborhood, because our adolescent begins to leave and again when he wants. And, indeed, within the timetable that has been granted permission.

After all night to hold me not to call the police or the hospitals, tracking the spoiled, makes it possible for the mother with the hyper nerves destroyed, that is me: her soul mate, not shred your blood of his own blood, his daughter. Just this ring the bell with his best face Alone 200 and "I was not? or "did not mean wanting?.

I control my heartbeat and confirms that millions of thousands of years since I took the pressure and would not be good for my age walk paw stopping these issues of time the little girl that just started up.

Of course it hurts to anticipate, my friend also knows the wrath of the father of my daughter, or my ex, who still sees the teenager, playing "Barbies? and if he learns of his departure for conspiracy to annihilate us and our friend both also by the way, despite being divorced for years.

Ergo, it is inconceivable to think of a woman without her soul mate. Boyfriends, husbands, lovers and other officers are all aware that a woman has an inescapable shadow: her best friend.

To you we all, Reverend everything and even luxuries of details, but if she and not anyone else ask. The only one has been able to take action when we wanted to get off to a heavy bowling sometime. The one that makes us welcome in a divorced men's club dancing very sensual nude women.

And it's not a walk in the living mice all the time, but ... there are things that are more fun to make with friends than with other ... go for fun, when she has to travel the next day. Early and forget it, the keys in the house of our friend, and ask why not ask him if he had caught while the keys ...

Which is excited with diet and wants us to spread at all costs, but our anxiety leads, noses, to the fridge billion times in a row.

That when you change your schedule, from evening to evening, railway enthusiast is up at dawn before nine o'clock, just because he discovered the benefits of a steady job that got her boyfriend and wants to catch it at all costs.

Forgetting that, while a necessary evil intruder from her boyfriend did not exist, the two had in common an awakening after going to dance Wednesday through Sunday, so that before noon no one knew of our existence. Sure, I follow that trend.

Say. While my son and I still continue collecting child morlacos with what I try to inspire me to write and as practical "murcielaguismo?, Ergo, alive at night, when, shhhhhhhhh, kids sleep and as there is no husband in the wake their cries, I can write, play music, study, all in the assets of the night ... but ... my friend says bueh it healthier to work.

What makes a boyfriend. After all, when in life he liked to work? ... What will be will be next to him forever, amen ... good but not irrelevant.

The case is, of course, is that inspired, call me at nine o'clock in the morning to tell me he is coming to work.

And I wonder how I can continue sleeping. Whereupon I say. I can continue to sleep with and without your permission, to the Rev. case.

Of course I like to call me but then disappears all day and night as well ... the Reverend recached me having to call hours ...

Female friendship is therefore an intimate relationship in which, except for sex, all done with a complicity that is not found in any other relationship.

With husbands, lovers and boyfriends because gender is an issue we can not live without them, but they are still from Mars and Venus, and we no way around it.

Some are older, to whom we ask advice we and others sometimes do not underestimate the store for help.

The couple about our age, with that we fight and reconcile all the time.

And there are the smaller, the council asking us to do just the opposite of what we say and end up consulting a witch practitioner.

But yes, there is no self-respecting woman that does not count to his credit with one or more friends of the soul, suitable for any kind of confession, anytime.

(Monica Beatriz Gervasoni)

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