I Write Short Stories
Marriage Is Full Of Questions...
A man. A woman. Kisses. Love. Vows. Cake. Music. Waving good-bye to loved ones to begin the rest of your life with your husband. Love to last until you stop living. Marriage seems simple, definate, scary, and expected in our lives. "You'll find that perfect person and you'll know you will spend the rest of your life with him". How many times did you hear that growing up?
Fast forward. Children. Work. Houses. Bills. Tragedy. Laughter. Trust. Love. Band-Aids. Kisses. Tears.
Some days I sit down and think. Does he really love me? Why did he marry me? Are we really happy together? Does he still love his ex? Does he flirt with women when I'm not around? Does he realize how handsome he is? Could he really love me? Why can't he explain his feelings? Will he call me from work today? Did he just settle when he married me? Does he think I trapped him? Will he be honest with me if I ask his opinion? The questions. Why? Who? Will he? Won't he? All they do is make me crazy!
Stop. I close my eyes. When I'm scared, what happens? When I'm lonely, what happens? When I feel doubt, what happens? When I feel ugly, what happens? When I need strength,what happens?
Him. The One. My Choice. He reaches over and simply holds my hand.
Most of the questions stop. But not all. The one question that survives is the one I ask myself:
"Why does that feel so damn good?"
The answer is:
"Because I know he loves me"
written by a woman
who loves her husband
and that woman
is ME
A man. A woman. Kisses. Love. Vows. Cake. Music. Waving good-bye to loved ones to begin the rest of your life with your husband. Love to last until you stop living. Marriage seems simple, definate, scary, and expected in our lives. "You'll find that perfect person and you'll know you will spend the rest of your life with him". How many times did you hear that growing up?
Fast forward. Children. Work. Houses. Bills. Tragedy. Laughter. Trust. Love. Band-Aids. Kisses. Tears.
Some days I sit down and think. Does he really love me? Why did he marry me? Are we really happy together? Does he still love his ex? Does he flirt with women when I'm not around? Does he realize how handsome he is? Could he really love me? Why can't he explain his feelings? Will he call me from work today? Did he just settle when he married me? Does he think I trapped him? Will he be honest with me if I ask his opinion? The questions. Why? Who? Will he? Won't he? All they do is make me crazy!
Stop. I close my eyes. When I'm scared, what happens? When I'm lonely, what happens? When I feel doubt, what happens? When I feel ugly, what happens? When I need strength,what happens?
Him. The One. My Choice. He reaches over and simply holds my hand.
Most of the questions stop. But not all. The one question that survives is the one I ask myself:
"Why does that feel so damn good?"
The answer is:
"Because I know he loves me"
written by a woman
who loves her husband
and that woman
is ME
56-60, F
