Tell me about your best friend

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I was thinking about this today after a conversation with my BFF.

To answer my own inquiry, I’ve known my best friend since 1978, when she married my BigBro. She’s ten years older than me, but she quickly became the big sister I never had.

Over the years, we’ve visited each other when we didn’t live close, through three states for me and five for her. We shared the trials, tribulations, worries and joys of raising kids. She consoled me when I split with my ex. I held her hand when she went in for a biopsy during a cancer scare.

We clung to one another when BigBro died twelve years ago. I was in the delivery room when both of her grandchildren were born. She nursed me through the death of my SO of eight years. We’ve traveled together to some strange but fun places. We’ve been up front with our opinions of the guys in our lives. I’ve bailed her son out of jail. She’s paid my rent when times were tough.

In almost thirty-three years, we’ve only ever fought twice. I should be so lucky with the men in my life. I figure that we’ll be wreaking havoc in the nursing home together when we’re old and decrepit.

Damn, I’m lucky!

What is it you love about your BFF? What makes him/her special to you?

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and I’m happy for you.

My best friend is a paranoid mental case. I have the title to his trailor and land in my name because I need to use it to bail him out of jail. He’s a hoarder, so its kind of a relief to me when he goes to jail or the hospital. I fill cans and barrels full of empty, but neatly folded, dog food bags, clean and stacked so high they almost touch the ceiling ice cream containers.

The women in his life use him. He never sees it.

He’s 20 years older than me, all beat up by life and pretty negative to be with. I so won’t talk about his cataract surgery.

I met him about 5 months after I bought my home. I knew he was there…how could anyone not…but I had trees blocking the view of his busted up trailor. He saw my cats peeking out the windows, and noticed that I had an inslulated “shed” with a covered porch for fostering cats.

He likes animals better than humans. He came to my driveway with a box full of kittens and asked if I could take one. I said I’d take them all and reached for the box. The look on his face was one of happy relief…then suddenly his face went cold, he pulled the box back to him and growled “what are you going to do with them?”

5 years later, he is the best foster parent we have for feral kittens. He is the most loyal friend anyone can have. My boss worries everytime I have to bail my friend out of jail. She doesn’t get that when he climbs up the clocktower, he will carefully not shoot me.

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What a great idea for a thread!

My best friend’s name is Mickey (Michelle) and we met when we were three years old. Our mothers were “class Mom” for our older brothers’ class and they’d bring us with them to some of the school functions so we started playing together.

We went to the same school until Mickey and her family moved about 30 miles away when we were in the fifth grade. We still kept in touch and hung out together as often as possible. After high school we went to two different universities, but still kept in touch. To this day we talk almost every day either by text, email or phone.

She’s a high school teacher and is married to a guy I introduced her to! Like me they don’t want kids and that’s just one of the zillion or so things we have in common. She’s one of the sweetest and nicest people I’ve ever known. I’m so lucky.

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Might sound trite, but my best friend is my SO for the past 30 years (our anniversary is February 28th).
As two Gay guys, we have only recently had any legal rights whatsoever, but have remained together through the good and bad times, of which there have been many of both.

However, if you mean someone who is not your life partner?

A woman - someone I have known since high school. We have experienced so much together that we can almost speak in code. Grew up in the same small town area of Illinois - then we both lived in Chicago at the same time (and were even briefly roommates), then I lived in NYC when she lived there, and then I convinced her to move to Berlin for six months (where we were also briefly roommates).
She has been to visit in Los Angeles, when we lived there, and has been here three times in Las Vegas. (She still lives in NYC and I have been there a few times since.)
She dearly loves my SO, and I can almost tolerate her jerk boyfriend (and she knows this).
We talk weekly by phone, and email each other regularly.
She is one of those friends…how can I describe it?
No subject is taboo, conversations pick up as if we lived next door to each other and if I were straight, we would not have married, but our partners would be wildly jealous of our relationship.
Odd way to phrase this, but whoever dies first will be sorely mourned and sadly missed by whomever outlives the other. I sort of hope I go first, as the thought of not having her to call would be devastating.
How’s that for a cheery description?

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When I first met T when we were in 5th grade, I didn’t like him. By the time we got to high school, I really didn’t like him. He is such an odd banana!

But, when I was in 9th grade my best girl friend at the time divulged to me that she had a crush on him. She was not the type of girl to really have crushes on anyone, and particularly not this odd guy. But since I knew him better than she did, I asked him to ask her out.

They started dating and I was kind of mad that I had to eat lunch with this annoying kid now. But, that’s what she wanted and I was her friend so there we were.

When we were in 10th grade, my girl friend had to start going to college visitations so she’d miss school days, and me and the odd guy ended up eating lunch together without her.

Somehow through her influence and his own maturation, he became less odd. He and I became better friends. He and I became BEST friends. We became a trio of best friends!

She went off to college and he and I sat next to each other in band, spent all of band camp joined at the hip and even finagled our way into some of the same high school classes.

We joined her at the same college 2 years later, where he and I were in band together and hung out all the time. Two years after that they got married and I was their maid of honor.

Now, 10 years later, we’re still all besties. We don’t see each other as much as we’d like but we still get together at least twice a year to carve pumpkins and make gingerbread houses. We go out to dinner when we can. Me and T took karate together, and the 3 of us were in a community band together for a while. We go to baseball games together as much as possible.

We definitely have a strong loyalty bond. I can not talk to T for weeks and call him in the middle of the night to come get me and he will. If I need something moved, he’ll help. If he needs to store something at my house, he can.

I love them both to pieces. And nope, I’ve never stepped on their marriage toes. I’ve moved way past even being able to entertain the thought of T as a sexual partner. He’s like my brother!

Still an odd banana tho. But I love him :slight_smile:

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This is going to sound odd, but I think my best friend is myself. :slight_smile:

I’m the one I can count on to take care of me, give myself wise counsel, entertain myself when I need entertaining. I don’t really have another separate person in my life who does that. I guess hubby is close, but I don’t confide my deepest secrets in him.

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Hmmm. Nobody, and even taking in NinetyWt’s post, I don’t think I can even trust myself xD. Well I guess that being 14, I don’t really need a best friend, though I guess having no actual friends doesn’t help. Hmmmm. Meh, Life should still have a long way to go so I think for now I’m going to be just fine without a best friend or for that matter any friends at all.

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Your friend sounds fortunate to have you, although, you presumably get something out of it too.

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That’s so sweet! I think it’s great that your partner is also your best friend. No wonder you’ve been together so long.

Isn’t it awesome when you have a close friend who has shared your experiences living in more than one location? I actually lived in my BFF’s basement when I first moved to Tennessee. You reallllly get to know someone that way. :stuck_out_tongue:

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This is but one example of the confidence that I’ve always admired in you as a poster. :slight_smile:

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I don’t have “the” best friend. We moved around so much when I was young, and I was such a misfit in middle/high school (we moved from the US to Korea when I was 13 - never really adjusted to the huge culture shock) that I never had any “best” friend - at least, no one that I cared about enough to keep in touch with after graduation.

I do have a handful of close friends that I love and trust and keep in touch with. But I’m not sure I could single out one of them as my “best” friend. Maybe my closest friend from grad school - people used to mistake our relationship as a romantic one.

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I don’t have a bestie anymore. Her new bestie is Jesus, and I’m not into that sort of threesome.

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Great thread!

I met my best friend when I was 15, he was 21 at the time. We ended up in a relationship that lasted almost 8 years.

I’m gay and was in denial, a year before the third and final (successful) time I tried to come out we became engaged. We bought wedding rings and were planning ceremonies, we bought a block of land and planned the house we would build.
I bought my wedding dress and realised that this was something I could never do not matter how much I loved him as a person. I broke his heart and we spent months apart.

He recovered and we decided to keep our wedding rings as a symbol of our undying, ridiculous friendship. He will be my donor when the time comes for children.

We’ve now nursed each other through break ups, family issues and money problems. Still talk several times a week, see each other a few times a month and I would trust him with my life or the lives of those I love.

I’m amazed that I have such a great people in my life.

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Mine weighs 13 lbs, is 10 years old, and has four legs and a tail.

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Ah, my best friend. One of the greates joys in my life. Also one of the main sources of concern, anxiety and exasperation!

We actually haven’t known each other that long, about 4 years, but we clicked instantly and have been mostly inseperable ever since. We have identical senses of humour and share (mostly - I tend to be by far the most optimistic of the two of us) the same outlook on life. We get each other completely and no-one makes me laugh the way she does.

She’s not all that stable though - she suffers from periodic boughts of depression and has cripplingly low esteem, and the two combined lead to some worrying patterns of behaviour. She calls herself my little sister (she’s a year younger), and sometimes it does feel like it - like I have to be the strong one and look after her and bail her out of scrapes. But her loyalty is unflinching, and last year, when I was going through some pretty awful stuff, she was there for me every step of the way. At one point she pretty much picked me up off the floor and put me back together again. I’ll never forget that, and it means she’ll never want for support so long as I’m around.

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He’s a warm-hearted person who’ll love me till the end. He’s a one boy cuddly toy, my up, my down, my pride and joy. He’s so much fun, whether we’re talking man to man or whether we’re talking son to son. Cause he’s my best friend.

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As long as we’re discounting significant others, I’m glad I’m not the only one who doesn’t have a best friend. I’ve sometimes felt isolated and like something is lacking in my life since I can’t really call anyone my best friend and there’s really no one I have that I can confide in wrt marital issues. There’s nobody other than my husband (or parents) whom I’d feel comfortable calling if I’m in dire need. I feel kind of sad about that some times, honestly. I wish I was more like NinetyWt in this respect.

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I’ve been sitting here considering how to share all that my best friend means to me. Thick and thin, life and death, you name it, she’s been there for me.

What I’ve realized is I’ll end up sounding like Oprah talking about Gail! Just thinking about all she means to me, brings a tear to my eye. I would give her an organ or lay down my life for her, without hesitation, in all honesty.

I am not a person with a large circle of friends, many, many acquaintances, but only a few close friends. But I am truly rich, beyond all measure, because I have her!

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My best friend reads this board, so I best be careful what I say. :smiley: Seriously, though, we’re really more like family–my best friend, my partner and I lived together for nearly three years, and knew each other long before that.

We met somewhere in the bowels of a blog site (the same place I met Electric Spouse) and we’ve stuck together after all of the other people we used to chat with sort of fell away. When she needed housemates and we needed a new place, it seemed natural to move in together. Unlike most friend-to-housemate situations I know of, the friendship survived. :stuck_out_tongue:

We have the near-telepathic shorthand and annoying inside jokes of people who have spent nearly every day together for a long-ass time. I’ll confess I blubbered like a baby when she eventually moved out to live with her partner. We still live close enough to count as neighbours; she has a key to our house and (unless she turns into a cat-eating zombie or something) always will. I trust her with pretty much anything. She’s an awesome person, high on heart and short on drama, and I am guaranteed to laugh my ass off at least once whenever we spend more than an hour together.

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My best friend is made of awesome. We first met when she interviewed me for a job 15 years ago, and hit it off immediately. But even more than that, you know how sometimes you meet someone and get that little frisson of “somehow, this person is important in my life”? I’ve had it maybe four times, and I’ve never been wrong, but I’ve also never been righter than I was about her.

On top of being an overall fantastic person (funny, smart, confident, and happy with her life, without being annoyingly superwomanish), she’s just everything I’d ever want in a best friend. We can talk about anything, but we don’t have to agree. We cut each other no slack on our shit, but we will each beat to death with their own limbs anyone *else *who disparages the other. We worry about each other without ever doubting each other’s competence, we’re each other’s biggest fans, and are always there to provide whatever the other needs. That said, we love our time together, but we don’t talk on the phone for three hours a week, because we are grown people with lives.

I have a ton of acquaintances, but not a ton of friends, because she’s spoiled me. :slight_smile: