Let me tell you about my best friend
I met my husband through a high school friend back in 2004. Some say when you meet your future husband or “soul mate” you just know. Some describe it as fireworks going off in the air and the chemistry just being there. There’s no denying it you just know. At least this is what writers some times depict in romance novels and what is portrayed in movies. This is what some girls grow up thinking will happen when they meet “the one”. Although for me this wasn’t the case and my husbands story upon meeting me is the opposite of mines. He actually says he did feel those fireworks. Our story started there, but the start of our story isn’t based on romance but friendship. That was the foundation upon which our story built upon.
Jonathan was born in Nicaragua and at the age of 6 his parents migrated in search of a better life for themselves and to ultimately be able to provide a better life for him. They had no family and no connections in the United States so he was left in the care of his grandparents in Nicaragua. As a child he spent most of his time in and out of hospitals because he suffered from severe asthmatic attacks. He tells me how hard that time was on him. Not only was he having to miss out on a normal childhood, but he felt abandoned by his parents. It wasn’t until the age of nine, once his parents settled was he able to reunite with them over here. Not to get into too much details but he often talks about how hard it was for him to assimilate to life over here. He knew no English and went from being top student every month to trying to understand what he was being taught in school and feeling completely lost.
Me and Jonathan have been together for 10 years going on 11 this year. We have known each other for 13 years. We started off as friends and then two years into our friendship developed a romantic one. According to him through those two years before our romantic relationship he knew we would end up together. Those two years were part of his ultimate plan, or so he claims. Yes, indeed we were friends and this helped tremendously going into our relationship, but I didn’t consider him my best friend then. People have different ideas of what a best friend is. Some people consider best friends someone whom they have known the longest, or someone whom they can rely on for anything, someone whom they can share their deepest secrets with and not be judged. And this is all so very true, but a best friend can be your husband. Although this isn’t the case with many relationships it can be in some and when it is it’s comforting and amazing. Jonathan knows my deepest scars, he knows I have many flaws and yet accepts me with no judgment and without a want to change me. We have been through many trials and tribulations as a couple, but have also seen each other go through individual struggles. Though we may get into arguments were we might want to kill the other person - Ok, maybe kill might be too strong of a word and might be used against me might he ever go missing- I know I can rely on him and vice versa. If I had to change one thing about him, I wouldn’t change anything because he’s perfect just the way he is. Aww that sounds all nice and romantic but it’s a lie. In all seriousness I would probably want to him to listen to me more when I tell him how something should be done because 99 times out of of a hundred I’m right.
Jonathan was born in Nicaragua and at the age of 6 his parents migrated in search of a better life for themselves and to ultimately be able to provide a better life for him. They had no family and no connections in the United States so he was left in the care of his grandparents in Nicaragua. As a child he spent most of his time in and out of hospitals because he suffered from severe asthmatic attacks. He tells me how hard that time was on him. Not only was he having to miss out on a normal childhood, but he felt abandoned by his parents. It wasn’t until the age of nine, once his parents settled was he able to reunite with them over here. Not to get into too much details but he often talks about how hard it was for him to assimilate to life over here. He knew no English and went from being top student every month to trying to understand what he was being taught in school and feeling completely lost.
Me and Jonathan have been together for 10 years going on 11 this year. We have known each other for 13 years. We started off as friends and then two years into our friendship developed a romantic one. According to him through those two years before our romantic relationship he knew we would end up together. Those two years were part of his ultimate plan, or so he claims. Yes, indeed we were friends and this helped tremendously going into our relationship, but I didn’t consider him my best friend then. People have different ideas of what a best friend is. Some people consider best friends someone whom they have known the longest, or someone whom they can rely on for anything, someone whom they can share their deepest secrets with and not be judged. And this is all so very true, but a best friend can be your husband. Although this isn’t the case with many relationships it can be in some and when it is it’s comforting and amazing. Jonathan knows my deepest scars, he knows I have many flaws and yet accepts me with no judgment and without a want to change me. We have been through many trials and tribulations as a couple, but have also seen each other go through individual struggles. Though we may get into arguments were we might want to kill the other person - Ok, maybe kill might be too strong of a word and might be used against me might he ever go missing- I know I can rely on him and vice versa. If I had to change one thing about him, I wouldn’t change anything because he’s perfect just the way he is. Aww that sounds all nice and romantic but it’s a lie. In all seriousness I would probably want to him to listen to me more when I tell him how something should be done because 99 times out of of a hundred I’m right.