For the last few days I have spent a lot of time talking with co-workers about relationships. I don't know why. Its not like I am an expert. Hell if I knew anything I wouldn't be in this mess I am in now. I should be the poster child for what not to do. I can see a picture of me in a dunce cap with the caption that read "Marriage. What in the hell was he thinking!" In speaking with my co-workers I realized that my wife and I are not friends. We have very little in common, we don't do anything together, and instead of growing closer together we have grown further apart. That made me think about how important is it that your lover be your best friend.
Maybe I am having a Michael Jackson moment and being to darn sensitive. Is it me or am I on to something. Your lover needs not only be able to satisfy you in bed but be your ride and die. The friend you can call on any time you need. That friend that would support you in the best of times as well as the worst of time. Oh my God. I feel like Oprah. Does anyone have any tissue or a small sandwich. Being a man I was taught that your best friend was a man that you can play ball with, share secrets with, and use as an alibi when you are out creeping. But now that whole image of a best friend seems distorted. All I know is I want the person I love, who I am willing to give my all too, who I am willing to die for, and I am willing to work my fingers to the bone for to be my best friend. And I promise to be her best friend in return until God calls me home.
Am I wrong or am on the right path of finally understanding what love is really about? I like to her your opinion.What do you think?