I love DH. Like really love him. I met him when I was nineteen. So I was young. But I met my best Friends a whole, twelve and 9 years before that.
We’ve seen eachother through school, through our first night out, celebrating, failing, when we left our religion, college, uni, buying houses, abuse, assault, parental divorce, bereavement, learning to drive, pets, literally everything. And because we were so young when we met and because we all come from big families in a small town we were totally emeshed in eachothers Lives from the get go.
It took a long time for DH to have been present enough to have shared the same amount, the visceral, tricky, and heavy as well as the awe inspiring, exciting and beautiful bits. & I wonder if that’s part of your experience. Particularly if you’re speaking of a childhood friendship.
I can’t think of an event in my life from the age of seven that my best friend hasn’t been a part of but there are plenty of things before I met him, when we were just friends and during the early part of our relationship as well as during his two year long illness that DH wasn’t around for.
It took us going through things together, the hard gritty things as well as the euphoric honeymoon joy, for me to feel truly connected to DH.
I don’t think I love my two best friends more than H, I love them all fiercely and differently. My two best friends are an extension of my family, and I don’t want to imagine pulling anyone out of a burning building.
DH won’t ever be the person who I rode my pushbike to the football with every Saturday or the person who I would meet at Tesco at 7:30 in the morning to get pick and mix with my Labrador. His granny isn’t the person that taught me to spell necessary or drove me to my first concert. But he is the man that made me a mother, he’s the person I started a family with, he taught me about video games and computer programming, held my hand when I was beaten up, got wine drunk with me after fancy dinners, who looked after my mum when she wasn’t her best.
I don’t think we have a finite amount of love to give. And I think there are different types of soulmate.
Where it feels like you’re going wrong is the idea that it’s a competition between BF & your husband. When they can both be dear to you.