Nobody knows the truth about my relationship with my husband
I’ve (f28) been keeping it bottled up for years that my husband (m39) is the most thoughtful, generous, loving man I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing.
On top of being so smart and handsome, always making me laugh, and giving me hugs and kisses whenever I want — I feel a little embarrassed saying this — he spoils the shit out of me.
I rarely cook but live in a big city so any cuisine I want, I get. I do a fair amount of shopping with the credit card he pays for. He’s excellent at planning dates and vacations.
He’s a poet at heart and always says the sweetest, most beautiful things to me. He listens to and helps me with my problems, and supports all my dumb little dreams. I’m very sensitive and he always stops what he’s doing to comfort me. For being the breadwinner, he voluntarily handles a lot of the household chores. I’ve never had to nag him to take out the trash.
He’s the best partner I’ve ever had by far. We engage in mild PDA, but at home we can’t stay off each other.
Don’t get me wrong, we have our disagreements and he has the same blind spots a lot of straight men have. But he’ll admit when he’s wrong and he’s good at apologies.
I just love him so much and I don’t gush about him to my friends or post him online because I don’t want to seem like I’m bragging… So I try to tell him how much I appreciate him as often as I can. Sometimes I can’t believe I’m the one who gets to be with him.