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Some wives do have ’em…

*** warning soppy post ahead ***

This week the Husband and I had an anniversary, not the usual kind, but the anniversary of when we got together as a couple.  Fifteen years ago, jebus.  While the anniversary passed without either of us noticing let alone doing anything about it, it doesn’t mean it isn’t a big deal. 

So my dear Husband – Happy ‘becoming a couple’ Anniversary my love.   It’s been a long road, one I can’t image you not being along for the ride.  Look at how far we’ve come, where we have been and best of all where we are going. 

I warned you this would be soppy 😉


Filed under Husbands, Moments

Stop in the name of love…

I was listening to some waffle on one of those morning shows a couple of days ago about unrealistic expectations woman have about love.  This was blamed on romantic comedy movies.  The debate that followed pretty much said that these movies set the bar too high for men, and that men show love to their partners in other ways that are not necessarily romantic but should be seen as being so. 

Uh huh.  I have heard this theory before.

So after some ‘discussion’ with the husband apparently the ways in which men show love to their spouses can include:

  • Doing the dishes
  • Picking up his crap, I mean picking up after himself.
  • Mowing the lawn
  • Making the kids lunches
  • Making you a coffee
  • And (GET THIS) minding the children – yeah those children our men helped create, hmmm.

Now I don’t know about you, but this just pisses me off.  At what point does housework become a gift done out of love?  Sure I probably wouldn’t spend every waking hour cleaning up after this lot if I didn’t love them, but come on!  I shouldn’t have to accept that necessary jobs being done around the house, as something that is supposed to make me feel loved, because it doesn’t.  And does this mean that I can now claim all acts of housework as an act of romance and if so this probably means that I am dishing out the love in far greater helpings than I am receiving.  This should – in theory – exclude me from having to give any further gifts, massages or for that matter sex.  I believe my romantic debt is paid up for years to come, actually I think I am in credit.  It is time to collect.   Would a  bunch of flowers really be that hard to pull off guys?

…end rant…


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