I have always been kind of a loner, no need for a circle of friends or even a BFF really. I just need my alone time so much that I don't want to feel obligated to call my BFF and chat for an hour b/c I haven't talked to her this week yet.
BUT it's different now that I'm married AND have kids. Maybe it's b/c I'm a SAHM and don't have a social outlet at an office job. I didn't seek out friends, they found me, through the kids, and I have a close friend in the neighborhood who I can call in an emergency and I am the emergency contact for her DD's school, mostly b/c we know and trust each other, but also b/c we live close to each other. I never wished I had it this way, but now I'm so glad I do! I highly recommend it. DH is my BFF, but sometimes I just need to talk to another woman instead of him. And some of my friends need to throw their DHs under a bus every now and then, and complain to me about how awful they have it with their hubbies. I'm okay with them venting, and sometimes I share a small frustration back. But mostly it makes me really appreciate DH in a way that I probably wouldn't if I didn't have this small glimpse into other people's private lives. Around here, everyone acts like life is perfect all the time. Kids never have tantrums, DHs never irritate them, etc. So when DH and I have an issue, or I have a hard day with the kids, we feel like we're failing somehow. Then friends call me up and complain about their DHs, and I never would have guessed that things were so tenuous between them. And I feel more normal. It feels kinda wrong to appreciate someone else's (private, no less) shortcomings, but it's not like I'm enjoying their discomfort; it's more about putting things in perspective.
Same thing with the kids -- it's one thing to come on here and get some great advice from others who've BTDT, but it's great to actually know the kids, see how perfect they are when they're with you, and then hear the horror stories from their mom. You'd never guess these sweet little angels were capable of such mischief, and it helps me remember that if those perfect little kids aren't so perfect, I shouldn't expect anything more from my own kids.