What a lucky woman am I. My husband is hot and smart and knows when to be emotionally engaged and when to keep it calm and steady.
Initially, I wasn’t going to marry him because I hate most of the systems that are in place in this world, including marriage. But since this world is run by fools obsessed with greed and power, and they’re supported by the selfish and weak ones who follow them, I realized nothing has significantly changed and it likely never will. So I said what the hell and I married him.
Did I mention that he’s a therapist? I don’t like therapists so you might suspect that we fight a lot because of that, but we don’t. We accept each other as is while encouraging one another to be our best. Of course I tease him and like to get a rise out of him every now and then just to see how he reacts. He’s more reactive off the clock than he is with his clients and that’s okay. Yes we argue sometimes and then have passionate make up sex and heartfelt talks and decide that we still like one another.
My job comes with challenges, as all jobs do, and being married to a therapist isn’t always easy. He gets emotionally drained sometimes and sometimes takes on the problems of his clients a little too much. But he always sorts it out. He’s good at working things out and handling his business. I don’t think I could be with him if he wasn’t this way.
He’s had issues with clients before, one in particular stands out, but he didn’t make it my problem. Like I said, he handles his business and never drags me into it or throws it in my lap to take care of for him. I give him advice when he asks and I listen when he opens up, but I don’t have to handle his problems for him and it’s the same way with mine.
Do I think he’s my soulmate? I don’t believe in a special soulmate for each of us. I do, however, believe that mutual respect and attraction and compatibility are possible, and I feel like that’s what we have.
It’s not a bad life. When we’re old I might call him Pa and tell him to call me Ma like we’re Clark Gable and Carole Lombard. Just to mix things up a little. He won’t be seeing clients any more by then and I’ll be mostly retired and finally finishing my fifth or sixth novel, because I’m not the fastest author in the world. Maybe we’ll have a getaway cabin and it’ll be fun summers and cozy winters for the rest of our lives. I told him hey babe maybe we can both get turned into vampires before then and live forever. He’s used to my musings by now, but talks them over with me just the same, even the silly ones.
My husband is a therapist. I’m an accountant and a writer. We should be the most boring couple you’ll ever meet, but we aren’t. He says there’s no way someone like me could ever be boring. I choose to think that’s a compliment. If you’re wondering if I’m pretty, well I don’t know if I am, but he seems to think so, and I still think he’s handsome. I don’t know what other people have when it comes to relationships, but I mention this to my husband and he says that what we have is as good as it gets. I’m the kind who doesn’t like to feel fenced in by limits, even if the limits make logical sense. I can’t let a concept sit there and be that simple, but I like balance and I’m gracious, so I decide on what I think is the perfect mix of his personality and mine.
What we have is as good as it gets—
And then some.