“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.’”
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