Couples who have been together for over a decade wouldn't care less about shams like Valentine's day. For them, it's a big deal if they are able to get past a day without murdering each other at times for their sinister side- which you only realise after years of living together.
It takes more than a bunch of roses and chocolates for you to forgive the gross atrocities that a system like marriage unleashes on you. No one tells you that after the bed of roses that love is made to sound like, the bed after marriage gradually turns into a battlefield of sorts for who will have the bigger share of the blanket, or the most space on the bed, in addition to tolerating each others snores, snorts, drools and the wet towel thrown in the morning for the other to pickup.
After 17 years, its now difficult to get past the day with sarcasm, taunts, bickering, snide remarks at the in-laws and arguments on who looks more ugly. Well, who can be blamed for the unrosy picture of the happily ever after which no one talks about. But say what u must, it is also a fact that no matter what, you still wait for the other to show up after the long working day, comforted if not happy that we are in this shit called life, together. That you don't have to be the lone one to bear the brunt of the rolling eyes and temper tantrums of your teen and preteen. This is what gives you the glimmer of hope that a trace of love and affection still exists.
Hubster and me share a love-hate relationship like most normal couples. Infact, our kids cringe if they ever catch us smiling affectionately at the other. However, he is also someone I have got so used to that I cant imagine being without. There are some things that i solely depend on him for and if I am the homemaker, then he is probably my protector.
This morning only reinstated the fact that no matter how strong or independent I will make myself to be, there are some things I just cannot manage without him.
As I entered the kitchen for the morning routine, I was encountered by a stranger. I shrieked in fear as he held out not one, but two weapons at me and stared with rage in his eyes. I called out to my husband helplessly as he cornered me, making evident that any movement from me would only instigate an attack.
"Help me oh help me please!" Sensing a threat to his existence, the monster lunged at me with all his might! I dodged the attack and ducked and he landed on the wall behind me.
Seizing the opportunity I darted for the door right into the arms of my saviour who had come hearing my cries with a toothbrush in hand and foam in mouth!
"Help me, Kutbi, help me, he's here. And he can fly", I screamed on top of my lungs. My husband grabbed a broom and before my attacker could comprehend, my superhero had lunged at him with his quick reflexes. In no time the cockroach was smashed to his death. In that one moment my husband was no lesser than an avatar of all the Avengers combined together. With tears in my eyes, I was choked with gratitude because in that one moment I knew that he will always be my prince charming, my protector, my knight in shining armour.
"I love you", I said, still shaken. He had saved me from a cockroach. Once again. He looked at me with irritation and annoyance at the commotion I had caused for the kids and the neighbours and went back to the bathroom muttering under his breath about how my XXL size is no good when it comes to my fear of cockroaches. But for me, my Valentine's day was already complete with the testimony of true love I had just witnessed. After all, love is hidden in the little gestures they say.
It takes more than a bunch of roses and chocolates for you to forgive the gross atrocities that a system like marriage unleashes on you. No one tells you that after the bed of roses that love is made to sound like, the bed after marriage gradually turns into a battlefield of sorts for who will have the bigger share of the blanket, or the most space on the bed, in addition to tolerating each others snores, snorts, drools and the wet towel thrown in the morning for the other to pickup.
After 17 years, its now difficult to get past the day with sarcasm, taunts, bickering, snide remarks at the in-laws and arguments on who looks more ugly. Well, who can be blamed for the unrosy picture of the happily ever after which no one talks about. But say what u must, it is also a fact that no matter what, you still wait for the other to show up after the long working day, comforted if not happy that we are in this shit called life, together. That you don't have to be the lone one to bear the brunt of the rolling eyes and temper tantrums of your teen and preteen. This is what gives you the glimmer of hope that a trace of love and affection still exists.
Hubster and me share a love-hate relationship like most normal couples. Infact, our kids cringe if they ever catch us smiling affectionately at the other. However, he is also someone I have got so used to that I cant imagine being without. There are some things that i solely depend on him for and if I am the homemaker, then he is probably my protector.
This morning only reinstated the fact that no matter how strong or independent I will make myself to be, there are some things I just cannot manage without him.
As I entered the kitchen for the morning routine, I was encountered by a stranger. I shrieked in fear as he held out not one, but two weapons at me and stared with rage in his eyes. I called out to my husband helplessly as he cornered me, making evident that any movement from me would only instigate an attack.
"Help me oh help me please!" Sensing a threat to his existence, the monster lunged at me with all his might! I dodged the attack and ducked and he landed on the wall behind me.
Seizing the opportunity I darted for the door right into the arms of my saviour who had come hearing my cries with a toothbrush in hand and foam in mouth!
"Help me, Kutbi, help me, he's here. And he can fly", I screamed on top of my lungs. My husband grabbed a broom and before my attacker could comprehend, my superhero had lunged at him with his quick reflexes. In no time the cockroach was smashed to his death. In that one moment my husband was no lesser than an avatar of all the Avengers combined together. With tears in my eyes, I was choked with gratitude because in that one moment I knew that he will always be my prince charming, my protector, my knight in shining armour.
"I love you", I said, still shaken. He had saved me from a cockroach. Once again. He looked at me with irritation and annoyance at the commotion I had caused for the kids and the neighbours and went back to the bathroom muttering under his breath about how my XXL size is no good when it comes to my fear of cockroaches. But for me, my Valentine's day was already complete with the testimony of true love I had just witnessed. After all, love is hidden in the little gestures they say.
