DH is my best friend, really, as well as my lover, my husband, and the father of my children.
But I do have plenty of friends, both friends in common and friends of my own, who he tolerates
(not in a mean way, just a "oh she's here again/still here/drank all the wine type raised eyebrow when he crashes in at 10pm after a business trip and probably wants his slippers and some of the wine we drank all of)
I once had a dream that I was back at high school and DH was there and we were together, and everything was the same with school, and everything was the same with DH, yet we were there together at school.
It was the nicest, SAFEST place in this dream with him there. In reality it was a bit daunting and scary at times, and sometimes lonely and sometimes a bit too much. Like life, and I guess that's what he makes life for me now he's in it.
Gawd, that sounds really cheesy