For years I wondered if there was one – and only one – person out there for me. You know, the one. The romantic in me would like to think yes. I asked Eric and he thinks probably not. He thinks there are probably a number of people we are compatible with and would be happy with.
That sounds kind of anti-climactic to me. But maybe he’s right. I’ve decided it doesn’t really matter, because I was thinking about it the other day and I realized that I totally married the right person for me. Here’s why:
- I never get sick of him. Eric is my best friend. The foundation of our love is authentic friendship – that’s how it started. We love to be with each other and talk to each other. We realized the other day that we have been friends for 10 years. Ten years! That’s a long time to hang out with someone. Still to this day we both swear we’ve never gotten sick of each other.
- He complements me. There is a lot of balance in our relationship that makes it work. Sure, sometimes it creates tension, but most of the time we are able to celebrate our differences and realize that we need each other. Eric’s a spender, I’m a saver. He makes decisions with his head, I use my heart. He’s very futuristic, I live in the present. He steals the sheet, I steal the comforter. He uses the big spoons, I like the little ones. He prefers to wash dishes, and I like to put away the clean ones. Neither of us is wrong, just different. And it works.