My husband is my complete opposite. Maybe that's why he intrigues me so. Perhaps the reason I have him on the brain so much is because after 9 years, he still confounds me. I love the man. I never thought that loving someone would create animosity with my friends.
Not an obvious animosity, but more subtle things like eye-rolling at the mention of his name. I began to notice the pretend gagging and heavily annoyed sighs. I soon realized that my single and not-so-happily-married friends were irritated by my sharing about our date nights, laid back evenings at home or the little things he does that make life easier for me. So I began to guard my speech a little more. Still, I find myself daydreaming about anything positive in a sea of negativity urging me to dive in.
I don't want to dive in. I don't want to focus on the negative things about him. No, he's not perfect. Neither am I. And frankly, I'd be crushed to find out he was drinking coffee with the fellas sharing the things about me that drive him crazy.
I'm not sure if it's just me or if husband bashing is more acceptable than celebrating, but if it is, I still opt out. I'm not sorry for being in love. I don't want to change that part of me. That part that feels like I'm 21 again seeing the rest of my life in his eyes. With everything going on in the world, he is home and home is where I exhale.
So I guess that means I'm that chick. And I'm okay with that.
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