On the heels of talking about my best friend, Carly, I'm going to talk about my "other" best friend -- my husband and the moment when I knew he was it.
We hadn't been dating for very long actually; 2-ish months if memory serves me correctly. He was getting ready to go to KY for BNCOC for 6 weeks and I had been having particular troubles with my mom. I was currently living at home while getting my alternative certification to be a teacher so butting heads with Mom was reminiscent of those days when you're a teenager. But as a post-graduate 20-something, being treated like a teenager was more wearing and taxing on my sanity than it was back then. Being the boomerang returning home leaves the "child" with a sense of failure that they couldn't just up and start their "real" life and the parent without a current frame of reference as to who their child is after being away from home for so long.
He was amazing during that time -- listened with opened ears, understood where I was coming from, never told me to stop whining, even discouraged me from bad-mouthing my momma. But he was leaving, remember? About a week before he left, he gave me a key to his apartment. I told him I didn't need it, there was nothing to look after in the apartment because he had no animals, etc. But he insisted that I take it in case I needed a place to escape to while he was gone.
As it turned out he was right! While he was gone there were a couple of times where it was nice to have someplace else to escape to in order to avoid the backlash my mom had for me, etc. I didn't move in with him after he got back either, fyi. But one night soon after he returned we had an awesome evening. Nothing fancy just dinner out and a movie and then he dropped me back off at my parents and drove the hour back to his place.
I tossed and turned all that night. Nothing was wrong, really, just that nothing was right either. Which was absolutely nuts because we'd had really great time just hanging out with one another. But about 5am I figured out what wasn't right.
While still in my PJs I jumped in my car, filled up at the gas station and drove out to his place. I used my key to get into the apartment and crawled right into bed next to him. It was sweet and innocent. [We didn't have sex then or for a while after this "moment."]
But as I snuggled up next to him and he wordlessly threw his arms around me I realized that next to him was where I was meant to be, and it was an awesome moment.
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