I have a great husband. I just thought you should know. After he came home from Japan (completely exhausted and jet lagged) I have been crabby and not nice to him because I don't feel good. Yesterday I looked at him and said something along the lines of "After the kids are in bed you're gonna run to the store and find me something of the chocolate variety." He just smiled. "Ok". I know he hates running errands like this but he did it anyway. No questions asked. And the truth of the matter is he is almost always willing to do stuff like that, even if tired, just to make me happy. What a swell guy.
ALot of my friends say I should demand more time to myself, more things for myself. And in many ways I should try to get away more and have time for me. But when it comes down to it Dan really never says no to me. If I say I need time away, he finds a way to do that for me. If I say I feel fat in my clothes, he finds a way to get me new clothes - even when we don't have money. He's a really good husband who really does put my needs first. So even though I get bitter as he is skiing the slopes of Nagano or surfing the waves of Waikiki, when he gets home I know he'll listen when I need something for ME too. Anything from flying my best friend to see me (even though we can barely pay our bills) to running to the store when he is running on empty to find me a slice of chocolate cake.
Now I have to ask, is that love? Or it just fear of the inner beast that rears its ugly head monthly?