In 1978, as a young soldier's (NCO'S) wife, I became friendly with a male officer. He married within a few months of our meeting and his wife then went on to become one of my closest friends. The class difference between us, with all that entailed, was very marked. In fact our relationship broke a taboo in the armed forces at that time - officers' and other ranks' wives were not permitted to mix socially. Although we're the same age my family background and hers couldn't be more different; her mother was the Deputy Lord Lieutenant of her county and mine was a waitress from a council estate. She went to Oxbridge and I left school at the age of fifteen......and yet.....somehow, in a situation and time when such things created real barriers we hit it off.
We are the sort of friends who don't speak for months, yet when we do we're able to pick up where we left off; we see each other rarely and yet each continues to hold the other's affection; my 'story' is interwoven with hers and we were each significant to the other at pivotal times in our lives. I count her as a friend whom I love. Next week I shall meet up with her for the first time in nine years when she comes to stay with me for a few days......the arrangement was made earlier this evening and I'm very excited.
That's all really, just wanted to share my pleasure and hope that it results in a lot more 'unlikely friendship' stories.
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