It was pointed out to me recently (kindly, with no malice intended) that my posts make it sound like I'm a single parent. I have discussed this with the person who commented and things are completely resolved. Well, I guess you can't have resolution where there really wasn't an issue in the first place, but I think you get what I mean. However, I feel that I need to address this further.
I am happily married. Sure, we have our arguments; all married couples do. But we've been married for over sixteen years and haven't killed each other - or wanted rid of one another - yet.
My hubby is a very private person. He's grudgingly on Facebook because I kinda forced him into it a few years ago by creating an account for him. I think he's finally - after all these years - seeing its draw. And, I'm sure, its drawbacks. But I digress. He doesn't really like it when I write about him - specifically - so I've gotten into the habit of just not writing too much about him. I'm far more open than he is, anyway. He's always there, though. My one constant. My one strong point. Lifting me up when I've let life overwhelm me, which happens far more often than I care to admit. Sometimes, he doesn't even know he's helping, but he is.
I'm gonna embarrass the heck out of him now, though.
Here's to my fixer-of-kitchen-sinks, doer-of-own-laundry, Chief Kid Wrangler, raker of leaves and mower of lawns, handler of all the things, constant companion, partner in crime, pain in my rear, aways putting the toilet paper on the holder the wrong way, love of my life. I couldn't do it - do anything, really - without you.
I am happily married. Sure, we have our arguments; all married couples do. But we've been married for over sixteen years and haven't killed each other - or wanted rid of one another - yet.
My hubby is a very private person. He's grudgingly on Facebook because I kinda forced him into it a few years ago by creating an account for him. I think he's finally - after all these years - seeing its draw. And, I'm sure, its drawbacks. But I digress. He doesn't really like it when I write about him - specifically - so I've gotten into the habit of just not writing too much about him. I'm far more open than he is, anyway. He's always there, though. My one constant. My one strong point. Lifting me up when I've let life overwhelm me, which happens far more often than I care to admit. Sometimes, he doesn't even know he's helping, but he is.
I'm gonna embarrass the heck out of him now, though.
Here's to my fixer-of-kitchen-sinks, doer-of-own-laundry, Chief Kid Wrangler, raker of leaves and mower of lawns, handler of all the things, constant companion, partner in crime, pain in my rear, aways putting the toilet paper on the holder the wrong way, love of my life. I couldn't do it - do anything, really - without you.
One other thing. I do not know what it is like to be a single parent. I cannot even begin to understand the challenges single parents face and would never profess otherwise. If I understand anything about it, it is this: It's a hugely important job and a singularly difficult one with it's own particular set of challenges encompassing not only care of oneself, but other little lives who depend on you, along with a sometimes sad, and other times lonely experience. My hats off to you.
TTFN
JMS
JMS
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