I recently read a Strollerderby article on marriage that struck a nerve with me because I had written the exact opposite the very same week. I mulled it over, wondering if I were wrong and trying to reconcile the author’s view with my own. You see, I did marry my best friend — and it was the biggest mistake we ever made.
We just got too comfortable with the friend role. I was his best friend. He was my only friend. He was my everything. And, I lost a whole lot of me in the process. After a long rebuilding process — and a renewal ceremony in Vegas (with Elvis!) — we’ve learned we’re better lovers than friends.
We’ve laughed together, we’ve grown up together, and we’ve fallen in love over and over again. But, I have my own friends now. As the years go by and we grow and change, it’s the promise that will keep us together — not friendship.
As my partner in forever, my husband has a permanent place in my heart, but here are 10 reasons he’s not my best friend.