I’ve been with my husband since I was 17, so 20 years now. We’ve been married for 15 years.
We have one son who took a lot of money, injections and heartache to get!
There is very little romance in this house and that’s fine by us. I don’t want little gestures, or bunches of flowers, or to be told how fantastic I am. I want someone to hug me when I’m sad, call me a nobhead when I’m being a nobhead, someone to back me up when perhaps I’m maybe not in the right. I want someone who knows his way around my body, not someone who’s constantly in awe of it. I want him to not be bothered when I fart in front of him, who isn’t remotely fazed by the sight of a period when I change my sanitary wear in front of him. I want someone where a conversation flows without thought, not one where I have to pretend I have a degree. I want someone who loves me without restriction and without condition. And I have that. We keep the spark by ever evolving together. Whether that be with our interests, our bodies which are not what they once were and our combined history.