This weekend was The Hubs and my anniversary. Twelve years. Let me tell you about The Hubs. He’s very quiet and very shy. I am neither of those things (and that is putting it beyond mildly. I could strike up a conversation with a monk sworn to silence). My grandmother often makes the comment “does he not talk because you never shut up long enough for him to get a word in?” Touché grandma.
The Hubs is a great guy. Don’t get me wrong, in the twelve years we’ve been married, we’ve been tempted to strangle each other no less than a hundred times. But doesn’t true love mean NOT strangling your spouse? Isn’t that the line from the film A Love Story? Surely I jest but marriage is tough. It is a job in and of itself. It requires time, effort and a big dose of a sense of humor. Today we (and when I say we, I mean I, (and The Hubs grumbled and went along with it)) decided to organize kitchen cabinets. I am constantly switching around my kitchen cabinets. I’m actually always switching around everything. I don’t know why, I just can’t stand to have things sitting in the same place for very long. And if I could lift our entertainment center myself, I’d rearrange the living room once a month. This drives The Hubs insane. And today’s efforts did not disappoint. It went a little like this:
Me: I’m going to do a little rearranging in the kitchen.
The Hubs: Why?
Me: Because I want to.
The Hubs: You know, you do this crap all the time. And then when I put away dishes, I can’t find anything and then you jump down my throat for putting stuff away in the wrong spot.
Me: Yeah well, I won’t this time. I swear.
The Hubs: (mumbling) Oh good lord, it’s getting deep in here.
We did rearrange the kitchen and we argued about it the whole time but it’s done. And it looks great! And will remain that way until next month when I want to do it again.
Now even though The Hubs and I bicker and argue, and are polar opposites in just about everything…I believe what we have is pretty solid. When my mom passed away last summer, The Hubs was my rock. Anytime I have a major decision to make, The Hubs is who I go to, not because he’s my husband but because he is a voice of reason. His intelligence and thought process blow me away. He thinks of EVERYTHING.
And when I went on to pack on major weight throughout the course of our relationship, he never said a word. Not one word. And I’ve gained a lot of weight. When we met, I worked out everyday. My stomach was flat, there was no droopage of any kind going on, nothing jiggled and there was no dimplage of any kind anywhere on my body. My weight has yo-yo’d every year that we’ve been together with this past year being my breakout year.
For a husband to stand by and watch his wife nearly double her size and not make one snide remark is a big deal. I’ve known women who have gained weight and their husbands have left them or threatened to. Or use their wife’s weight gain as a means of justifying cheating on them.
The Hubs is my #1 weight loss motivation. He deserves a happy, healthy wife – not some cranky beeotch that is flipping out because she’s withdrawing from sugar and caffeine. He deserves someone that likes going out, socializing, and taking vacations as opposed to a woman that prefers to hide in the house because she’s always tired or feels too fat to spend the day walking around a festival. And without me living a nice, long healthy life, he won’t know how to function with two consecutive months of finding dishes in the kitchen;)