Ode to the Hubster

We live in a world that tends to be pretty rough on men when it comes to relationships. Sure, they can be clueless at times, but everyone has their moments, regardless of their gender. I know I’ve certainly had my share of them! You’ll read a lot about my kids in future posts, but I wanted to dedicate this one to my husband.

My husband and I were 22 and 20, respectively, when we married almost 10 years ago. We had been engaged for almost a year-and-a-half and planned to marry when we both finished college, but a surprise little one on the way sped up the process a bit! I was just over 6-months pregnant the day we made the promise to always love and be there for each other through the good times and the bad. We were not only making that promise to each other, but also to the little one in my tummy (and to our future little ones) who would change our lives forever.

Marriage is not easy by any means. If someone tells you anything different, they are lying through their teeth! It takes work, and it is chock-full of ups and downs. My husband and I have had a lot of good days, but we have also had days when we’ve had to say, “I love you, but I just don’t like you right now.” And that’s okay!

I am not an easy person to be married to—not by any means. I came with adoption-related issues up the wazoo. I have chronic health issues. When I was on prednisone, I would eat everything in sight and I was mean. I hated who I was while on that medication. It was horrible, and I was horrible, but my husband stuck by me through it all. He didn’t necessarily like me that much during that period of time, but, by golly, he was there for me!

I deal with depression that rears its ugly head from time-to-time. It appears out of the blue, and there’s not always an explanation for it, but my husband always just knows to hug me a little tighter and a little longer when it happens. I am a very sensitive person, so when I’m having a rough day where I’m angry or frustrated or feeling bad about something, he is my voice of reason and my source of comfort. He has taken everything I have thrown at him in stride.

He tells me I’m beautiful, even when I look like death and haven’t showered in days. He brings home Sprite and saltine crackers when I’m not feeling well (which is often). He makes me laugh. He takes the kids to a movie or to go play when he knows I need a break. He is an amazing father. He is the good cop to my bad cop (and vice-versa!). He is my partner in crime. He is a truly good person, and I feel so incredibly blessed to have him in my life.