I've lived with this good-looking man for 29 years. The socially acceptable term for him is "husband" and there is an official document in a county courthouse that legally states as such. But defining him as a "husband" doesn't adequately describe the true nature of our relationship.
This man has seen me at my worst, he forgives my inconsistencies endlessly, celebrates my best, and believes in my potential. He stands beside me, is faithful, kind, caring, patient, and supports me emotionally. But most of all, he loves me, which is amazing considering living with me hasn't been easy.
I could call him "husband" but I haven't been living with a husband all these years. I've been living with a man I am building a long lasting friendship with.
He is my best friend.