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I don’t need my husband.
Now – before you go off on me in the comments, please hear me out.
I love my husband.
I hope we are together for many decades.
Envisioning my life without him nearly breaks my heart.
But I don’t need him.
Maybe it’s because I’m particularly independent.
Or stubborn.
Regardless, I don’t need him. I want him.
I chose to marry him.
I chose him as my partner in life.
We’ve chosen to have one child, with another one on the way.
I enjoy spending time with him.
He makes me feel special.
He loves me dearly.
And I love him.
We are hoping to help one another get to heaven one day.
But I don’t need him.
I don’t rely on him to do the dishes, take out the trash, or any other little chore.
He does these things for me regularly out of love.
I could do these things on my own.
I could hire out the things I don’t want to do or can’t do alone.
Regardless, it all goes back to my initial point…
I don’t need my husband. I want him.
I want Andrew to be the man I wake up to every day for the rest of my life.
I want to raise our children together.
I want to watch him be successful in his work each day.
I want to be the best wife and mom I can be to make him happy.
I want to cook and clean to keep our bellies full and our house presentable.
I want to make working from home work so I can best balance my family and work life better.
I want to be married.
I want to be happy.
And I am.
Thank you, Andrew, for loving me each day. I may not need you, but I want you in my life forever.
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