Let me start of by saying that the Good Twin is the greatest thing that's ever happened to me in my life. Not only is she a Twin survivor in the soul ripping nightmare that is divorce- she's a frigging "well" of all things positive and meaningful in life. She and I often reflect on what was that "moment" that brought us together.
Ironically, Good Twin was someone I had a cloudy yet positive recollection of in High School. I can't remember us having any classes together (she swears that we took German together- but being a repeat failure in Spanish I can honestly say "que?")
But she was definitely one of those "we never really hung out, but I so like you anyway" Facebook Friend requests. It wasn't until I realized that my marriage was tragically over- and my Facebook posts started reflecting how scared, insecure and out of tune with the Universe I was- that Good Twin started Facebook messaging me. At first it was links to her Live Journal and as so much of what I was going through was a mirror to what she was going through- I read her Live Journal Posts and felt an immediate connection- here was someone who not only didn't judge me- she was there beside me through every broken thought and hurt and "how much of a monster am I" feeling that I was experiencing!
The first time we hung out in person- she made spaghetti for us at her house. I didn't have the heart to tell her that I frigging hate spaghetti with a passion- but after the wine was flowing- we connected like no tomorrow!!!!
I was also blessed with a friendship of someone I call HRH. He was my first true love. At 15, he embodied all that was right in the world. Not only was he a gorgeous heartthrob of bad boy proportions- he had this natural spirituality and the belief of championing the underdog- and at that point in my life, I had strong beliefs in what was black and what was white in my existence- and nothing could change my bull-headed ways. I used to be the champion of the underdog- but the insecurity of being a teenager totally under minded that. Not only did he speak "Evil Twin-ism" he was able to convey to my soul alternative ways of viewing situations- and he did this knowing that my ego was on the line- so he never put me on the offensive- he had this way of explaining things that made me look past my own limitations- and is it any wonder that it took me 7 years to get over his gorgeous ass?
So flash forward to the me that just started to grasp that my marriage was over. I became friends with HRH on Facebook because my Husband and I were trying for a child of our own. I went through a spiritual cleansing phase that meant I would view every past relationship with open eyes and open heart- and that I would right any spiritual wrongs that I did- so that the Universe understood that I was creating a new life with the understanding that I wasn't a perfect person- and if I had the chance to honor and set right those relationship mishaps of my past- I was all about that. So even though HRH was the heartache I never got over- our natural friendship overcame everything. He was the only person I've ever felt comfortable enough to expose my "ugly side" to and in the way that captured my 15-year old heart- he never called me out or judged me. Even when my spiritual journey meant embracing "liquid courage" and blasting him with every insecure fibre of my being. BTW- HRH- if you ever read this- I am so sorry and thank you!!!!
That's where "Lifeboats in the Sea of Divorce" comes in to play- I hope that everyone who has to endure this Dark Night of the Soul- has that spiritual rock- that comes through the the most randomness of places- and speaks to your soul and reminds you that no matter what- you are amazing- and that there is someone who sees all the good inside you.