You just need to be able to be friends

Mya friend found herself in the same situation as the author of this story in 1992, when the shelves were empty andfood on coupons, diapers were not available, loans (thank God) were not given.

They came to me from the maternity hospital (my husband and I had a room of 13 m). A month later, another friend of ours lets her live in a shack in the suburbs left over from her grandmother. We, girlfriends, equipped a room for mother and child (plumbing, drainage pit, heated water, whitewashed, washed and cleaned, I took my washing machine there, one friend took a stove, another a stroller, etc.) We transported them there.

Every day from work I went to her with full bags, thenthey give you sugar , thenbutter , then chickens, etc. I lived with her for the first six months, helped with the baby, and then came without overnight stays, and so did the others.My friends helped in whatever way they could. Our husbands, of course, lashed out at us (it has now become clear that they respected us for it). During this time, they got her some accounting notes “to brighten up her loneliness.” Then she completed an accounting course, first found a job as an assistant accountant, and then test-antibiotic.com as an accountant at home. I slowly got back on my feet and first bought a small apartment. I met a man and leftmarried (but not for long)happiness lasted - he died in a car accident). In the face of my mother-in-law I foundmother and older friend. She promoted the business and now everything is going great for her, so, in October, I went to the wedding of my godson (her son), was the main guest, a friend paid my family full board and said such pleasant words of gratitude. And we just knew how to be friends.