At the risk of sounding mushy

or melodramatic (a la “you complete me” from Jerry Maguire), in the spirit of Valentine’s Day I offer:

I have come to realize my husband gets a bad wrap. I call some of you up to complain about how awful he is and how much he pisses me off. When it is too late to call, I post my frustration here for all including him to read. My anger usually falls on deaf ears and if I hear anything at all, it is a lame excuse from him. What I never do is say how great he is 90% of the time. I spend all my time bitching about the most unbelievably annoying 10% of the time. The truth is, my husband is pretty reasonable and a genuinely nice guy. Sure he can be an insensitive ass, but have you met me? When I think about all the other men out there, especially some of the losers that have married into my family (present company excluded), I feel truly blessed. Girls are raised to believe in fairy tales and happily ever after and that is great, but even Cinderella gets pissy sometimes. Our parents just forget to tell us that part. We don’t like to think about it. So what if my husband has bought me some lousy presents? At least he tried. I get pissed when he doesn’t put any effort or thought into it. If he is honestly trying, I’m happy. He never forgets my birthday or our anniversary, even our first date. If I don’t feel well, he picks up dinner or orders in. Sometimes he will go get me something even when I know he doesn’t want to go out. He’s been out for a whim, a craving, medicine, even pizza when I was too cheap to pay for delivery. He takes me out to eat every weekend. He even complements my cooking during the week. He helps load and unload the dishwasher, and even does the dishes that have to be washed by hand. He does laundry on the weekends even though he works all week to pay for everything. I know he wishes I had a job, but he never yells at me for not landing one. He never complains that I am in Alabama almost as much as I am home. He calls me everyday when I am away. He only gets a little mad when I overspend and even though he doesn’t let me buy everything I want, he does his best to make sure I can get it especially if it is something I need. He is great at back rubs and even better at taking care of me. He pets my hair when I’m sick or will get me cool cloth when eyes are itching or I have a stomach ache. Basically I guess I am saying he does everything for me and I never say thank you where everyone can hear, so thanks and Happy Valentine’s Day to my very best friend.

3 Responses to “At the risk of sounding mushy”

  1. Aimee Says:

    Oh yeah, AND he watches Veronica Mars with me. I secretly think he likes it a little. He even suggested I head to Auburn for that Veronica Marsathon Weezie and I had last August.

  2. Husband Says:

    Pot… Kettle…

  3. Aimee Says:

    She has to have something to bitch at me about ;))