Last night as I was watching Netflix my phone screen started to light up with one of the group conversations I have in Messenger. It was a group of girlfriends – probably the group of the most intelligent, witty, intimidating, professionally successful and beautiful women I know. As we discussed the group holiday we are planning for Byron Bay next year, a few memories were referenced, a couple of gifs were added to the mix and laughter ensued. “What are you laughing at?” asked my husband who was sitting beside me. “Oh just your friends. We are just talking about you,” I replied. You see, this group of girls were originally not ‘my’ friends, they were my husbands. His best friends are a group of women and I absolutely adore it.
Matt (my husband) met these ladies back at the University of Canberra where they were all studying a range of degrees. After a stint at residency on campus and other shared accommodation with various members of this group, the bond was formed, memories were made and a friendship of a lifetime was set in stone. It was like The University of Canberra’s unglamorous version of Sex and the City – including a (now) lawyer (also a Mayor), a journalist (she will count as the writer), someone who asked to be referenced as Samantha (I do question why) and for some diversity (as I am sure she would like to have mentioned) a lady of colour added to the mix. Then there is (as recently decided) a ‘Stanford’, my husband; not gay but as the Carrie of the group said – “he was the character that no one had a bad word to say about despite questionable fashion and music choices.” That sounded like a pretty accurate description to me; I have seen the photos (and videos for that matter).
Prior to first meeting these ladies I was nervous, I was intimidated, I was wary. Why are all his best friends female? Surely they will hate anyone who dates him? They will talk about me behind my back. They won’t like me. My experiences with an established group of girlfriends is that they aren’t usually very welcoming and inclusive to a fresh face. But I couldn’t have been more wrong. My anxiety melted away at rapid speed and rather than feeling like I was an outsider they welcomed me in, literally with open arms into their long solidified group and made me feel like I had always been a part of it.