Once upon a time, I was quite the catch. Now, before you roll your eyes and click away thinking this is just another tale of a mom lamenting her lost beauty, hold on. My past allure is essential to understanding the depth of my husband’s character.
Let’s rewind to when my husband first approached me. He was drawn to me purely because I looked good. He met me, struck up a conversation for about ten minutes, and then asked me out. He had no clue who I was or what I was about. I could have been anyone—perhaps a secret agent or someone with an affinity for collecting toenail clippings. But none of that mattered to him; I was simply hot.
Now, don’t think I’m absolving myself of responsibility here. My 26-year-old self also said yes to a date after a mere ten minutes of chatting, blissfully unaware of whether he was a decent human being or just a charming stranger. He had a fantastic physique, after all.
So yes, we both entered into this relationship with a bit of superficiality. But here we are, twelve years later, still happily together, despite both of us losing some of our youthful glow.
You might be wondering, “How did you last this long?”
Well, let me tell you—it all boils down to my husband’s incredible resilience.
He quickly learned that beneath my once-flawless exterior lies a host of quirks that could drive anyone mad. Sure, he might’ve considered running for the hills upon discovering my eccentricities, yet he chose to stay. His strength of character is what has allowed him to embrace the following:
- Despite my brief stint of former attractiveness, I have either a) lost my looks or b) have entirely forgotten how to feel attractive. This leads to many delightful exchanges, such as:
- Him: “You look stunning today.”
- Me: “No, I don’t.”
- Him: “…”
- Me: “I feel like a potato with greasy hair.”
- When he asks for something, my immediate response is often “No.” But don’t worry—I’m easily persuaded, so he usually gets his way eventually. Just not without some initial frustration.
- Him: “Can I buy some new gear for my bike?”
- Me: “No! We’re broke!”
- Him: “What if I sell some stuff?”
- Me: “No! We should fix the toilet instead.”
- Five minutes later: “Alright, fine. Go ahead.”
- I have a flair for the dramatic. Some might even call me a “drama queen.” And yes, my theatrics can escalate quickly, especially when spiders are involved.
- Me: “A spider! A spider!”
- Him: “Where?”
- Me: “In the bathroom!”
- Him: “Just kill it.”
- Me: “I can’t move! It might crawl on me!”
Five minutes later, I’m sobbing about why he’s not attracted to me anymore. Cue the facepalms.
I could list countless other quirks that my husband tolerates with grace, from my resting face that could frighten small children to my undeniable knack for avoiding any sort of physical activity.
But here’s the crux of it: my husband is a real gem. While he may have initially been attracted to my looks, he has grown to love me deeply. He’s committed to being by my side through thick and thin, and let’s be honest—sometimes, it’s thick!
So, if you ever find yourself worried about the state of your relationship, remember: true love often means enduring the little quirks that make us who we are. And sometimes, it all comes down to a spider in the bathroom.
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In summary, my husband’s unwavering support and love are what keep us together, despite the ups and downs of life and my never-ending quirks. His character shines through, making me feel cherished every day.