I have a best friend. And I hate our friendship.
I love my best friend more than she will ever know! And I hate our friendship.
The smallest, most intricate details of the way we became friends could only have been woven by God himself. And I hate our friendship.
I can tell her things I wouldn’t dare tell anyone else. And I hate our friendship.
She is my my life raft when I am sinking. And I hate our friendship.
I can’t imagine her not being in my life ever. And I hate our friendship.
We met because our boys died. And I hate our friendship.
We are friends because our hearts have been fractured forever. And I hate our friendship.
We would both trade our friendship to have our boys back in the blink of an eye. I hate we didn’t get to meet because our boys were friends here. I hate we didn’t meet under happier circumstances. I hate that we share a pain the is almost unbearable. I hate that we wonder if the boys are friends in heaven. I hate that I have come to love her son as my own yet I have never met him. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.
I wish beyond words we weren’t drawn together out of pain instead of joy. But I am so glad that with this pain she brings me joy. Even though I hate our friendship!
Broken Mothers Club 
I hate it too! Yet I love it!
I wish I could have met Richie in this life too! I think they are friends in heaven! What else would have brought us together!?? They can speak to our Lord face to face!
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