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This post has been brewing since long before I was a Weddingbee blogger, and it bubbled up to the front of my mind while listening to the radio this weekend. You know that song, “Lucky” by Jason Mraz and Colby Callait? “I’m lucky I’m in love with my best friend…” Yea, that one. That song’s not for me.
My fiance is not my best friend.
My first husband was my best friend; he was my everything. When I was with him, I depended on him completely for emotional support. He helped me carry the burdens of my job, my stress and my dramas. If you’d asked me then, I would have told you there could be no other way. How could you be loyal wife if you had another best friend? Was I supposed to talk about him to other people? No way.
Times have changed, lessons have been learned. I have a best friend — who is my MOH — upon whom I rely when my eyes are puffy from crying and I can’t see where I screwed up. I have a mom who has a knack for sifting through the crap and pulling out the important stuff. I have a dad who can always be counted on as an example of how to do it; he doesn’t even need to say anything. My brother fields frantic phone calls over petty crap (even wedding stuff… he will be a perfect groom someday) and my sister dispenses relationship advice with her particular brand of directness. Oh, yea, and I have a therapist. I’m a very intense person, and it takes a village to get me through life, but I’m lucky enough to have a whole host of people who are willing to do that for me. Because it’s about me.
We’ve survived — thrived, even — in this relationship because of my willingness to air my fears to people other than him. When I look back to my first marriage, I see clearly how many of my hang-ups could have been avoided had I been willing to talk about them with someone… anyone. Perspective is so important to keeping my Crazy under control. This blog proves that point. Not once have I regretted being completely (and sometimes painfully) honest about my fears and doubts. Not once.
My fiance — soon, husband — doesn’t have to be my everything. I suspect he’d do a bang up job, but I’ve found it healthier for me if I have a community of support rather than ask one single person to bear that load. He’s the person to whom I’m closest; I carry him in my heart. But I’m not in love with my best friend, though she is pretty freaking awesome.
I suspect this is a matter of semantics, but I’m curious, do you consider your fiance/ hubby your best friend?
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