Who Needs a Husband?

“I’ve been savin’ this money for a divorce, if ever I got a husband!”
– Annie It’s a Wonderful Life

Some little girls dream about getting married. Some dream of a prince sweeping them off their feet. I was never that girl. I always marched to the beat of my own drum. I never imagined a man being able to join the Kristin parade. I never dreamed of a wedding or marriage. But then, I met my husband.

My husband kept popping into my life. We worked together for a while at the same store, in different departments. He’d come through my checkout line at the supermarket where I worked. He helped me move into my first apartment. We exchanged emails. I enjoyed staying in touch with him.

Little did I know this guy was in love with me. I was totally oblivious! A friend of mine practically hit me over the head when she suggested this guy might be interested in more than friendship.

He let the cat out of the bag. He wanted to be more than friends. I was very resistant at first. I wasn’t sure I wanted to give up my independence. I didn’t want a man holding doors for me or who expected me to have dinner on the table. But then I learned those are common misconceptions (about many men).

My husband shares similar principles as me. He believes relationships should be 50/50. We share political and religious beliefs. He admires my intelligence and appreciates (tolerates) my quirkiness. How great is that?? This almost seemed to good to be true.

Then he popped the question. I said yes, because I already knew that this man was rare and almost perfect. Finding a person who respects you, admires you and puts up with you, is very hard. Many friends have come and gone in my lifetime. So it is an absolute pleasure to find the person who truly is your best friend. One who cares for you when you are sick or willingly goes to the convenience store to buy feminine products. My prince has come.

What a lucky girl.