#DivorceMomChronicles Friendship is part of love. No one tells you this when you are growing up on 79th Street, on the Southside of Chicago. I didn’t know what this meant until I was married and I needed a friend. I was trying to build a friendship while married. The foundation of our union was tough, but not strong enough. I have stopped blaming myself for a lot of things. I have accepted that there were things about #relationships, #marriage and #LOVE … I just didn’t know about. I just didn’t know. I repeat friendship is perhaps the biggest part of love. A friend claps when you win, they hug you when you need solace, they talk to you and comfort you when you are sad. A friend is an asset emotionally, physically and sometimes fiscally in your life. A friend is willing to go through tough times with you and waits patiently for you to come out the other side a better you. Our friends and friendships far outlast the lust and lorn of our lovers. If they had’ve told me, I would have not fell in love with the magical fairytale that I had with my ex-husband, I would have taken more stock and value in becoming his friend. Or waiting and building a friendship with someone who would love me the rest of my days. #MommyFab #EfabulousHB #FabWorld #FabGirls #LiveLifeLove #LIFE #Houston #HoustonSuperstars #GrowingUpAt42