I was out and about on a date with my darling husband last Friday when a thought suddenly came to my head. I was holding his hand, looking at a display of T-shirts in a shop when this title came to my head. My brain has no definite thought process so as and when it likes, strange thoughts will come and fill it.
I brushed it off thinking that I can never talk about it as it will only open up a can of worms (in my head, that is). Then hubby started to talk about one of his colleagues who will be getting married next year and it somehow fueled the thought. But before I get into what I really think of the title, I want to share what my hubby said to his colleague.
His colleague has been asking my hubby how it feels like to be married. If it is easy or hard, how it started and if marriage is really a scary thing as people think of. And you guys know my story. How I was a single parent of two before I got married to my hubby. My hubby told his colleague how his parents didn’t know when we got married because they were against us getting together. His colleague responded with a sigh, wondering why there are some people who are against this type of reunion.
My hubby, being a great guy that he is, gently pointed that it is all in the past. His parents have accepted me and my family and all is well right now..
The first feeling that I felt upon hearing the words from his mouth was a deep sense of gratitude and pride. I am proud of my husband. Definitely grateful too.. Why?
Trust me when I said it wasn’t easy finding one who can accept me for who I am, what I went through plus the ” 2 excess baggage” that I have. “Instant family” as some calls it.. A few failed relationships that I had in the past when I was a single parent almost made me gave up. I gave up having this notion of being married. I gave up finding that one man who is willing to share my ups and downs. I gave up on finding that “Perfect Man”.
But I didn’t give up on Love. Somehow.
Some declared that they loved, some wanted to own. But none actually had the courage to show. None actually truly knows.
Except hubby.
And like I’ve written previously, our relationship was a quick one before we got married..
So my definition of a man? My hubby.
He knows what he wants, he knows what to do. And he acted on it.
I’m sure he felt afraid. I’m sure he had his doubts. Of whether he can be a good father, of whether the kids will like him, respect him and treats him like how a father should be. But he’d rather be in it, with me, and work things out..
It’s not easy to define how a man should be.
But one thing is for sure, my hubby has all the definitions of how a man should be and more… 🙂
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