WE’RE IN THIS TOGETHER
Posted by blackvspurple
I can never understand why some people say that marriage spoils a relationship. For me it has done the exact opposite. Being able to know the details of my love that others do not get to see is such a precious gift. There’s something special in living with the person I am married to.
I see her tie her hair up in a bun when she’s at home. I see her relaxed, wearing that old, faded blue dress that she will wear only when no one else but me is around. She has had that dress for years, and she can’t bear to throw it out because it’s the most comfortable thing she has ever own. The fact that she’s comfortable enough to wear such a thing when I’m around makes me fall in love with her even more.
I love the way she cries when she watches something that touches her. I love the way she wipes her tears away so I don’t see it when she’s coming around. Most of all, even if she’s comfortable enough with me to dress in her comfortable home dress, I love the way she always changes in the toilet when I’m in the room before bed. I love the fact that she doesn’t stop doing what she loves to do.
With the money I make, she can stay at home while I work, but she doesn’t. She’s strong, independent and has a whole other life that is not just about me. She writes, teaches, creates so many things by herself. She works so well with children, that sometimes I wonder if the best thing we can ever create together is a child.
Maybe that’s why when she took my hand one night and placed it on her belly, telling me that she’s pregnant, I was thrilled and scared at the same time. Thrilled to be starting this whole new journey with my love, but also scared because I felt like I might not be able to give this growing child everything she/he will ever need. But then she smiled, and everything else faded away – all doubts, fears, everything. If she could see something special in me, then there was no doubt that our child would see the same too.
We’re in this together, no matter what.
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Posted on April 1, 2009, in Short Stories. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a Comment.
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