I pulled up on the side of the road. I knew I had the right address, as the pink door was the giveaway. I had always admired Cat for her quirky way of decorating her home; so it was a no brainer that as soon as I stepped through the front door I wanted to move in.

We hugged. I got a tour of the house. I met her dog, and her adorable son.

“OK, you can sit down, and I will ask you questions, and I want to hear all about it.”

I smiled. I loved Cat for her no bullshit approach.

You can ask me anything you want. If I don’t want to talk about it, I’ll tell you.

I hadn’t seen Cat for over a year. We had exchanged texts here and there, but since I’d last seen her, she had had a baby, and I had been diagnosed with, and finished treatment for breast cancer.

I started talking. Cat asked questions. I responded. We discussed what was next for me. I cried. We exchanged stories of our existing life choices/situations. We laughed. And before I knew it, three hours had passed, and it was time for me to go.

Thanks Cat, I really needed that. I feel much better. 

I got in the car and drove off realising it was the first time in months that I’d felt I could talk properly.  I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.