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Because Husbands Can Be Boyfriends, Right?
So, apparently, it’s National Mean Girls Day and national Boyfriends Day. Personally, I think the idea of a Mean Girls Day is stupid. I get it’s about the 2004 movie, but to me glorifying horrible little brats that terrorize others is a bad idea. Here’s an idea, how about a national being mean is lame day?
Whatever, that’s all I have to say about that. So, I’ll focus on something more positive.
Alongside the meanies, it’s also Boyfriends’ Day. I’ll write about that because I have the best one. Husbands count, right?
Well, mine does. Why not, he was my boyfriend first and in many ways he still is.
We’ve known each other for 36 years. We met in French class in grade 10. I was in grade 10, he’ll tell you he was in grade 11, he wasn’t, when you fail most of the classes the year before, you don’t move to the next one.
Anyway, he was gorgeous and I was instantly in love. Him, not so much. It took him an entire year to notice me. We dated for a while, broke up, got back together 4 years later for a week, broke up and then reconnected 20 years later.
As the old saying goes, the third time’s a charm. The arrogant, pretty on the outside, terrified boy I once knew and who broke my heart over and over again, grew up. He became a man.
He became more than a man. He became everything I dreamed he could ever be. He became my biggest supporter, my biggest cheerleader and one of my greatest teachers. And even better, he became the only person, and I do mean the only person in my entire life aside from my father, that loves me without reservation or expectation. It’s a nice feeling.
I can be my less-than-perfect self. I can wear sweats and no makeup. I can be lazy. I can scream or cry or do nothing at all and it’s all okay. He picks me up when I fall and I do the same for him.
Is he perfect? No, of course not. He’s chaotic and messy and woefully disorganized. He leaves dishes and socks laying around. He sneaks away when it’s time to do chores. He drinks too much coffee and he sees just how much he can get away with.
But, he’s perfect for me. And even though he’s my husband now, he started out as my boyfriend and in many ways he still is. We still date. We still act very much like those love-struck teenagers we once were. In fact, we really are still teenagers, only with more bills, LOL. He’s the peanut butter to my jam and I wouldn’t have it any other way!
Happy Boyfriends Day to my Hunny!
And a special thank you to Jennifer Burke Grehan at Bacon and Beach Days for this prompt. Check out their October Writing Challenge here:
