‘I asked my wife if I was her best friend. She gave me a twisted, ‘I’m confused by your question’ face and said, ‘Well… yeah.’

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“I asked my wife, Mel, the other day if I was her best friend and she gave me a twisted, I’m confused by your question, face and said, ‘Well… yeah.’ Her response made me feel like I was asking if water was wet.

‘Why do you ask?’ she said.

I didn’t know exactly how to respond. I’d been thinking a lot about our lives together and how I don’t really have that many friends anymore. Or at least anyone I really hang out with. But with kids and work and marriage, I don’t really have all that much time to hang out with my buddies. And when I do have free time, I usually try to spend it with Mel because I genuinely love her company.

Like most couples, however, we fought a lot for the first few years. There was a time, right after we had our first child, when we were both over worked and under slept that I thought for sure we’d separate. But once we worked through all that. Once we moved to a couple different states together, earned a few degrees together, had a couple more children and bought a house and minivan together, gained weight together, went out of fashion together, and shared every element of everything together, that we learned how to really, and I mean really, be friends.

I had a best friend before marriage, but no friendship has compared to the one I share with my wife. In fact, I didn’t understand what REAL friendship was until I’d been married for 10 years.

Now that we are coming up on 14 years, I can’t think of anyone I’d rather chat with about anything. I can’t think of anyone who better has my back, who I trust more, who listens better, who loves me more, than Mel.

It’s a pretty wonderful feeling.

What I was trying to figure out by asking Mel that question was to see if she felt the same. Naturally she did, which was amazing to hear, although I probably already knew the answer.

I didn’t know how to tell her all the above, so when she asked me ‘why,’ I just shrugged and said, ‘I don’t know. You are my best friend, and I wanted to see if you felt the same. It’s silly.’

She leaned in and kissed me. ‘No. It’s not,’ she said.

We talked about a few things. Nothing special. Then she said, ‘Want to watch the Great British Baking Show tonight?’

‘No,’ I said. I never want to watch that show.

‘But you will because you are my best friend, right?’

I rolled my eyes. ‘Yes,’ I said. ‘But we are watching Stranger Things the next night.’

‘Fine,’ she said. ‘But only because we are best friends.’

‘We should get friendship bracelets,’ I said.

Mel gave me a look that seemed to say, ‘Don’t push it.’”

Courtesy Clint Edwards

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This story was written by Clint Edwards from No Idea What I’m Doing: A Daddy Blog and author of I’m Sorry…Love, Your Husband.  His new book can be found here. Follow Clint on Instagram here. Submit your story here, and subscribe to our best love stories here.

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