The worst thing that can happen to anyone, but to a woman in particular, is to lose her best bitching buddy.
did I say lose? how I hate that euphemism.... like I mislaid her the way I do my keys.... no, she died. That's right, died. And with her died the one person I could bitch endlessly with and there was no fear of comeback; we kept each other's confidences.... we were the Cosa Nostra of bitching, we had our own code of silence. Omerta.
And now all that's gone, in the wind..... I talk to her... and have to imagine what she might say, but theres no substitute for the sound of the human voice. We both came from dysfunctional families, her's I think a lot more dysfunk than mine, she wouldn't mind me saying that. We both felt like outsiders, cuckoos' in the nest, different DNA, something not quite right.
So I thought.... well a blog can be a place to bitch, everybody's doing it.... so why not me? And so it begins....
