Written by By Tara Overzat
“Who’s your best friend?” can be a common question when you’re a kid in school.
With my mother pretty much forbidding us from socializing outside of the home (except on rare occasion) until I forced the issue at 14, my honest answer to that question was, “No one.”
That was hard for me. As I got older and started to grasp that something was wrong with the way we were living, I made our lives more normal, I forced some miniscule bits of normalcy into our home. I eventually made friends, friends whom I hung out with after school (which always caused a fight with my mother) and yes, friends I invited to our apartment, again risking the wrath of my mother. These “strangers” invaded her ritualized snactuary, changing her routine. She’d keep an okay front with some of my friends for a little while, but irrespective of how she behaved in front of them, I’d always get an earful of her awful shrieking later.
So, even though I started making friends at 12/13, these people I did not think could be my “best friends” because everyone already had one. Kids make best friends in elementary school and some sooner. I always felt like I was too late.
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