My husband, Chad.
This is going to be difficult to put in words. So you know how they say men look for women who are the most like their mothers? Well he is the most like my father. He is selfless and amazing. I never thought I would meet a man like my dad. Especially not anyone selfless because that is so hard to find these days. I met him 3 years ago and we started dating on July 27, 2007. He started coming to my house with my friend’s fiancee’s friend and then he started dating one of my best friends. They dated for 2 weeks, I was dating someone. Well we started IMing each other on AIM and one day I told him that I liked him, well to my surprise he liked me too (him and my best friend were already broken up at this point). We then started sneaking around and I would go to his house and we’d sit outside in my mom’s car and we would talk. Our first kiss was the most awkward thing. Then we would hang out in his van and do sexy things. I took his virginity (not in the van and we were together at this point) and I hate that I couldn’t have given him mine. He would come over to my house early in the morning and right after he got out of school. I was dating this guy at the time and I felt like shit for doing what I was doing but I honestly couldn’t help it because the guy I was dating was super nice and I did not want to hurt him. One day him, me, and my boyfriend at the time were playing Wii and I looked at Chad and I mouthed “I think I love you”. Well I definitely did. I broke up with my boyfriend that night and since then, we have been inseparable. He moved in like right after he graduated (which was that September) and we have lived together since. He is the only guy I’ve ever been with who I even felt the need to meet his family and I glad I did because I absolutely adore his family. Fast forward to October 16, 2010, the day I married my soul mate. Since the day I told him “I think I love you”, I tell him I love him first thing in the morning and right before we go to sleep everyday. I can’t see my life without him. Right after we got married, we went and got tattoos. I have the bride of Frankenstein and he has Frankenstein and the reason being, she was literally made for him and that’s exactly how I feel. I believe we were made for each other. We were put on this Earth to find each other and to make each other 100% happy everyday. He takes care of me and puts up with me being a complete bitch for no reason randomly and I “deal” with him being perfect. I can honestly say that there isn’t a flaw in him, at least not that I can see. Even when he pisses me off, it’s me being stupid and sensitive and it only lasts for like 10 minutes and it literally barely happens because he doesn’t do anything wrong. I can honestly say that he has never done anything to break my heart or to tear me down. He doesn’t say hurtful things to me, he doesn’t do anything that I am not okay with. He puts my mind at ease. Whenever I am scared of something or stressed out about something, all he has to say is “You’re going to be okay” or “It’s going to be fine” and I instantly know that everything is going to be fine. The only thing that is missing is his mom. She died when he was 7 and I will never get to meet my mother-in-law. I hate the man who killed her while he was drinking and driving. I know for a fact that I would have loved her and I know she was amazing because I see her in my husband everyday. He is amazing and even though she wasn’t in his life for long, she made him amazing. I can not wait for him to have his amazing genes put into our child. I know he is going to be the best father just like mine is. Anyways, I love my husband. I know love exists. I live it everyday. Why I got so lucky? I will never know but I’m sure as hell glad I did because love like this is rare. It’s hard to find. I just love knowing that everyday for the rest of my life, he will be there and that makes life beautiful.
“When you’re a kid you assume your parents are soulmates. My kids are going to be right about that.”
The tattoos I’m talking about: