Me: I'm glad I love you. I'm really glad I love you.
Him: What did I do to get from "glad" to "really glad"? I must have done something really good. Do I get a book or extra chocolate or some kind of prize?
Me: Okay, so we're back to just "glad."
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| Artist's Rendering |
If men are from Mars and women are from Venus, my husband and I are both from some weird, as-yet undiscovered planet. We do not fit any of the models that define the sexes. I'm not a girly-girl. I played with dolls as a child, but I was never into dressing up and wearing make-up. I didn't do the dance recital circuit. But I wasn't really a tomboy, either. And I showed absolutely no aptitude for sports.
As for my husband, he's never cared much about cars or the latest electronics. He does love sports, which bonds him with others of his gender. And he is definitely the alpha male in the house. But he was the one who stayed home to take care of our son while I went to work. He does the laundry. He vacuums.
Long ago, I was told by a psychic that he and I are soul mates. That in another life, we fought in the Crusades together. I think it's amazing that, not only did our paths cross, but that we got together at all.
I sit here and struggle, trying to pinpoint what it is that keeps us together. Is it the fact that we talk all the time? Or that we laugh a lot? Or that we have shared 25 years?
Maybe the best thing to do is throw away the book and accept the fact that we belong to each other. And it's really good. And leave it at that. And be glad. Really glad.
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