I met my best friend when I was 10 years old. I remember there being no seats on the bus, so I had to sit with her. For some reason before that, I didn't like her. But after that day on the bus we became inseperable.

My best friend's mom moved a lot, so we didn't always go to the same school. I remember she went to all three middle schools on our side of town. Luckily, she went to my school in 9th grade. We had classes together and we sometimes got in trouble together for no reason. One day in French class, we were made to sit in the hall because our teacher thought we were talking, and it was actually two other girls. We sat out there and laughed. We also had a history teacher that I had the biggest crush on. We were constantly at each other's houses spending the night. We played makeover, we giggled, we ate...it was the best time of my life.

High school was harder because we didn't have many classes together, and I had started to become a little wild. But through it all, she stood by me. There were times when I didn't agree with her, but I still love her and always will.

Right before our senior year, she moved to California to live with her brother. She wanted to go to college out there and needed to establish residency. I was absolutely destroyed. I became even worse. I partied, I smoked, I drank. My senior year I didn't even care if I showed up or not. But I kept in touch with Jodi. There were late night phone calls until my mom got the bill and took the phone out from downstairs. I just went and bought another one and hooked it up and then unhooked it when I was done.

Right before I turned 19, my parents decided to send me to live with Jodi and her brother. I was still too wild to be in a crazy place like California. Jodi and I fought constantly. She's always been the good, moral one. Me? Not so much. I had a drunk driving accident out there with her brother's company van. I was lucky I was alive and not in jail. Then Jodi and I fought over a man. I called her the ultimate "C" word and her brother said that was it. He called my parents and told them he was sending me back. So back to West Virginia I went. Jodi and I quit talking for awhile.

I don't know how we got back in touch with each other, but we began communicating again. I think I may have been married by this time. I think Jodi got married in 1996. She came in to visit her family shortly after she was married, and I met her husband then.

In 2000, Jodi and I were both pregnant at the same time. I delivered my son first on June 24, 2000. I must have called Jodi and told her...things are a blur from that time period. My son passed away June 28,2000. I became an emotional and psychological mess. Jodi had her daughter July 19, 2000 and called to let me know. Shortly after, I cut off contact with her because I didn't think I could handle hearing a baby in the background. It was selfish, but it was my way of coping. Fourteen months later, I had my son, Hayden. I'm sure I called and told Jodi, but I think life got in the way and I wasn't the same person anymore. We lost contact for many years due to my selfishness again. Jodi tried to contact me, but for some reason I didn't want to have contact with her. I think it was because she knew the bad Trina, and I didn't want to be reminded of that. I had a so-called "friend" come back in my life and seemed to relish telling me what a bad person I had been. I couldn't handle that again.

Somehow I made contact with Jodi again, and I am so happy I did. She doesn't tell me I'm a bad person. She tries to lift me up, and I hope I do the same for her. We vent constantly and when we're together it's like time has never passed. We giggle, we eat, we sometimes do makeovers...I love that. And now our kids can play together when we visit each other. She accepts me for who I am, and I will always love her for that. Thank you, Jodi. I appreciate you and our friendship.