Do you guys know Robin O’Bryant? She’s hilarious. Insightful. A published author. I adore her.
She wrote a piece that was published on the Huffington Post about how she’s not married to her best friend. It’s really, like most everything she does, a great post.
Robin brings up some great points about her relationship with her husband, Zeb, vs the relationship she wants/has with her best gal-pal.
In my eyes, though, everything she describes about her relationship with her husband, does, indeed, make him her best friend.
I just think that husbands are a different type of best friend.
Now, I don’t know about your friends, but mine are all so different.
I have my best friend since childhood. The one who I’ve been friends with for so long, it would just feel wrong to not call her my best friend. She’s artistic, geeky, and loyal to a fault. In the 18 (!!!) years that we’ve been friends, I think we have only had 1 argument, and that was very early in our friendship. I can tell her most anything, but she’s not particularly girly, and we’ve always had a few differing interests.
My best friend since middle school, she’s my troublemaker friend. Passing notes in class, introducing me to what being a teen living in the city was like. The one who got to hangout with whoever she liked, whenever she liked. Hacky sack, smoking dope, and listening to her friends play in their garage band. An awesome dancer, so cute that everyone loved her, and quick to make friends. We barely knew each other and then one day we started hanging out and have loved each other since. We fell out of touch for a while, but when she had her first baby we found each other again and it was like we’d never stopped talking.
Another friend was Captain’s best friend’s girlfriend. The more we’d all hang out, the more we came to enjoy each others’ company until she and I became great friends, despite being in completely different phases in our lives. We became shopping buddies. She, and another friend, filled the need I had for feminine past times. Shoes became Cabin Girl’s first word because of the amount of time we’d spend shopping and having lunch dates together.
When Captain and I moved across the state with Cabin Girl, I made my first real, ‘from scratch’ adult friendship. Our firstborns were born a few weeks apart and we were both looking for a friend in a new town. She’s cautious and an introvert, but, surprisingly, I didn’t scare her away. A bit nerdy and an insanely talented crafter, once she opened up, there was no going back. The bond that began as commiserating mothers became a fast friendship of shared experiences and thoughtful conversations.
I consider all of these women, still, to be my best friends.
They each provide me with something the others don’t but it doesn’t make any of them less of a bestie.
The same way that what Captain provides me doesn’t make him any less of my best friend, either.
Robin said, “I want best friend who will tell me I need one more pair of shoes and a man who will remind me to save for my retirement account. I want to call my best friend when I feel I’ve been wronged and hear her say, “What a b*tch! I can’t believe she said that to you!” I want to be married to a man who says, “Who gives a sh*t what she thinks?””
My best friends offer me counsel just as often as they get mad on my behalf.
They gently remind me of what’s important after listening to me rant and rave about stupid things that upset me.
We commiserate on the frustrations of everything from diet to kids to societal issues and then bask in each others triumphs.
They are my shoulders to cry on and hands to hold. My support system and my sounding boards. My biggest champions and some of my most cherished people.
All of these things can be said about Captain, too.
Captain just gets the added bonus of seeing me naked almost every day.
So, yes, my husband is my best friend.
I don’t know what else I should call someone who has held me while crying, puking, and giving birth (on many separate occasions), knows all of my hopes and fears, has cared for me and those I love when we’re sick, can make me laugh until I hyperventilate with a well-timed look, infuriates and excites me simultaneously, and has made me feel complete these past 8 years.
Happy Anniversary, Captain.
I am proud to call you my Best Friend.