Ever want to take a road trip or escape for a weekend at a fabulous spa, but not bring your husband? Ever call someone else before your significant other when you have a problem that needs hours of discussion?
For me, the answer is yes. It’s a little something called A BEST FRIEND.
I’m here to defend Oprah. (Not that she asked me.) Seems that for some people, believing Oprah loves Stedman is like believing in Santa Claus or the Tooth Fairy.
The “evidence” many point to is two-fold.
- Oprah rarely appears in public with Stedman.
- Oprah talks about Gayle. A lot.
Last night on the Barbara Walter’s interview, Oprah cried when Barbara asked her to address what Gayle means to her. Oprah’s emotional explanation that Gayle is the [I'm paraphrasing here] mother, sister, friend everyone should have probably did little to quell the lesbian rumors among those convinced that women just do NOT have friendships like Oprah’s and Gayle’s.
Well, I believe Oprah loves Stedman as her life partner (they are not married). But I also believe “Oprah and Gayle” friendships exist. I have a Gayle. And her name is Jenni. (Of course we each fancy ourselves the Oprah in the equation.)
There is NO question that my husband is the love of my life and in many ways my best friend, too. But my friendship with Jenni is different. If I called Bryan as often as I call Jenni, and if I called him for the minutia that Jenni entertains (as I do for her), then I’m pretty sure Bryan would suffocate me with a pillow in the middle of the night.
I believe a person can have “a Stedman” and “a Gayle.” In fact, I have several very close friends in Minneapolis and out-of-town who “complete” my life and bring me joy in a way that my husband and my family could not alone.
Should our husbands, wives, life partners be the one and ONLY person we wouldn’t want to live without?
I don’t think so.