
I love my guy. I truly do. He’s handsome, funny, intelligent, fun and can throw down in the kitchen, amongst other areas. I fell in love because his heart was open and his eyes sincere. I stay in love because he makes me laugh, gives me great hugs and always holds my hand.
But damn, home boy can some of the wackest shit ever. I’ve told him so. Repeatedly. I think he sometimes fancy himself a bit of a comedian and a lot of the time, he hits his mark. He’s witty and dangerously smart, which can make for great comedy. But other times, he gets a little too close to the “David Brent” school of clowning.
I struggled with whether I should expose some of his less than shining moments, but I’ve decided not to for a couple of reasons: 1) I don’t want anyone thinking my husband and the future father of my children is a complete buffoon, and 2) I don’t want to spread too much of my business out there because we’ll both look like fools. And there’s a third reason: I know a lot of the things he says aren’t malicious and he’s not out to hurt my feelings. But sometimes, I just think of giving him a sharp elbow to the ear!
I’m just having one of those “girl-you-will-never-believe-what-he-said!” moments. I think I should build a website for ladies who want to write anonymously about stupid shit their significant others have said. That would probably make me a millionaire.
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