I can change and I can grow or we could adjust

One night I was troubled.

I watched as my husband stood and chatted with another female. I watched as he wandered off down the road with her, arm casually slung round her shoulder.

I grabbed his arm and pulled him back to me. He shook me off and told me to behave. I exhausted myself shouting at him, and calling her all the bad names I knew.

Then I woke up, saw him laying there beside me, startled at how jerkily I had awoken, I took my hand and clattered him over the head. Called him a bastard, and didn't speak to him for two days, other than to explain to him why I was raging.

He laughed then, and he still laughs now when he reminds me, of my possessive streak. Reminds me that it was my dream, not his. Reminds me of my temper towards him, when he hadn't done a thing.

That is just another one of the reasons I love him very, very much, and I'm very glad that he decided that marrying me all those years ago today.

I still feel like the daft wee 22 year old I was when I met him, and to be honest, I still behave like it, but I think maybe that's why he loves me

<3

Happy Anniversary RSF