My husband doesn't ask for much...and I did give him a shoutout for his housework in a post a few days back. And he jokingly said, 'that's all I get?'. Maybe he was fishing for a BJ...(warning: gals if you don't know what a BJ is, don't google or ask your kids).
But you know what? My husband deserves a shoutout, and not just because it is the month of love.
'Cause this man is incredible.
When I met him, I was a size 8, and 6 pounds heavier than I am now. This was the guy who NEVER said ANYTHING about me needing to lose weight, but was supportive of anything I wanted to try to be healthy. This guy watched me balloon up to over 245 pounds-because I was actually over 245 at our wedding, I just didn't 'do' scales then.
And he still wanted me in the bedroom, and he didn't cringe or walk apart from me when I would go out in his huge sweatpants and greasy hair because I didn't give a flying fuck about how I looked. He gave me space when I didn't want sex for months because I felt like a nasty piece of shit. He stood next to me at City Hall when we got married, even though I looked AWFUL, and was as wide as he is tall. Unfortunately, I am not kidding about that proportion.
Before you think or say that he should have tried to encourage me to lose weight or watch my eating, read back into my posts and get to know me...that isn't something that would EVER fly with me. It would have had the opposite effect and I would have hated him-after throwing a world-tilting tantrum. I'm not a nice person who handles criticism-it wouldn't have gone over well. Understatement.
My hubs is 6'4", and 215 pounds. He wears XXL because it is the only size long enough for his limbs. When I started wearing his huge clothes, and buying all XXL for myself because they FIT my girth and chunka-lunk cottage-cheesy thighs, he didn't blink.
He has completely forgone foods that he used to love, because he knows that my just knowing that he eats them would drive me insane. Again read this: I am not a tolerant person. He needs to lose NO weight, in fact when I met him he was too skinny. But he works out because he knows it serves to spur me on-because I am competitive and need an opponent. He figures it might as well be him, instead of myself. He helped me to stop fighting myself.
This man did exactly the right things to be there for me, because he TOOK THE TIME to know me well enough to know that I would eventually reach my fat tipping point, and would make the changes I needed by myself.
This man does the housework the majority of the time, and I really do not do enough to help. He ate my rubbery hockey puck scallops that stunk of fish stench, though he HATES fish-this is huge, trust me. ;-)
He drives me to work whenever I ask, gets me gas before I even brush my teeth in the morning, and loves my crazy dysfunctional family-and the dysfunctional me to boot!
Did I mention he is a hot piece of ass and younger than me? Yeah, I'm lucky. Somehow I got the full package in spite of myself, and I don't do enough to show him how much.
So here's to you, honey...I may have had to venture to Iowa to find you, but it was well worth the trip, and I'd do it all again 1000 times over-in a snowmageddon blizzard.
So here is my New Year resolution, a tad late but equally as well-intentioned: I'm going to work on being the wife you really deserve-with maybe a BJ or two in there to boot. I love you forever, wimmer.