Him obviously not trusting my driving directions but biting his tongue and following them anyway. And me being right (for once).
Indian food and talks of good vs. evil in the state capital.
Eyeballing strangers’ bodies and him pointing at the especially shapely ones…yes it’s rude, but he didn’t want me to miss them. I can appreciate that.
Accidentally leaving two tips for the waiter. They were mediocre, but there were two of them so it all worked out in the end.
Cigarettes to help give us patience at the crosswalks. He lit mine for me because he knows how to keep the wind out of his hands and I don’t.
A hundred thousand iloveyous with heart to make up for months of somewhat empty ones.
Warm wind and a strong sun and green. It’s springtime. I’m going to try my best to make it last. 5 years ago
This is his most recent.
My first thoughts as a prospective father. 5 years ago
I’m not the end of the world, you know. 5 years ago
He’ll spend between 5 minutes and an hour waking me up…however long it takes for me to keep my eyes open.
Sweet words and hugs and kisses all over my face and goofy smiles and lots of iloveyous and sometimes a backrub or he’ll just touch my hair until i open my eyes and then look at me until i close my eyes and then do it again.
It’s a really nice way to wake up. He does it about once a week. 5 years ago
Usually I have half the bed…but if he goes to sleep before i do, no matter how often or hard i push/kick him onto his side, he still ends up partly on top of or under me. 5 years ago
He got a custom-fitted Emperor Palpatine robe from ebay.
He wanted to wear it to the reunion today, but I said no. I’m not as cool as he is. 5 years ago
Christmas reunion (dad’s side) today. Everytime he meets my dad’s parents he loves them more and more. Which is good because they are good, sweet people.
We’re having lunch with them on Thursday. We’re bringing food…Grandma said she wanted Arby’s…so we’ll bring Arby’s…but Marty’s gonna cook food too. I don’t think she believes he can cook. She will. 5 years ago
And they taste better when he makes them.
zuppa toscana, tiropita, greek salad, glazed ribs, fried chicken, all types of potatoes, cakes, stir fry, wor tip, monte cristo sandwiches, biscuits, gravy, biscuits and gravy…everything he makes is the best i’ve ever had it
and it is why i’m not afraid to grow fat with age. well…i’ll be ok with it i hope…its pretty much inevitable with my genes…so i might as well enjoy it 5 years ago
I really enjoyed it. 5 years ago
It’s annoying, depressing, scary, and difficult to listen to him talk about it…but now i am also, unintentionally, politically aware…well, more than the average american anyway. 5 years ago
He is leaving the only home he’s ever known so i can live for awhile in the one i used to know.
I think it will be good for him. Change of scenery. 5 years ago
Even when his auntie said “you can’t wear black to your wedding…it’s the color of the devil” and I got upset. He just said “you wear what you want to wear” and that was that. 5 years ago
He stays calm, even when I am being intolerable. 5 years ago
He called me from his work…on the toilet…to tell me they put a clock in the bathroom and he’s going to time his poo….so he’s giving himself 10 minutes and is giving me a play-by-play.
Who else would do that? Really? Well…Leesa would…I’m incredibly lucky to have two of my best friends be so open with me. And so crude. 5 years ago
When he puts on another identity I actually believe I’m talking to somebody else. Sometimes I forget it’s Marty and am surprised when the accent is suddenly dropped and I’m looking at my husband again.
I’ve gotten to know a few of them quite well. Pierre is my favorite (and I’m the only person he talks to). He is an arrogant french man whore. 5 years ago
He’s been so very good to me these past few weeks. Well…he’s always been good to me…but it’s especially apparent now.
While he knows a lot about grieving and suicide and death (he’s been around it much more than anybody should be) he knows that everybody grieves differently. He doesn’t try to give me an excess of advice, he doesn’t give excess attention to my strange (and often very unfair) moods, and he doesn’t believe or even pretend that he understands what i’m going through.
He’s just there for me. He’s there for me to cry on, or yell at, or even beat up if i feel the need.
I thought when we first met that we were too different for him to ever understand me completely…that nobody could ever understand anybody completely…but it’s been less than a year and he can now read my emotions like a book. With anybody else that would enrage me, but with him it’s comforting.
I woke up yesterday in an awful mood and we immediately got into a heated argument about bra sizes, of all things. Months ago he would have insisted i tell him the root of my anger so it could be resolved. (And he still prefers if i do, so that i don’t waste both our time and energy.) But he just backed off until i snapped out of it. Took almost an hour, and i know that waiting an hour for me to cool of so we could get on with our day must have been very trying on his patience, but he did.
I can’t imagine anyone being more supportive in any better of a way. 5 years ago
I love watching him dance.
Not just because he adds humor and makes everybody laugh and makes time go quicker.
He looks so powerful…he practically glows.
And when i watch his parents as they are watching him i can clearly see their pride.
It’s then that he is at his best…his beauty shows more then than at any other time. I sit there feeling so very small because there he is…my husband, just a few feet away…yet untouchable. Like a god almost.
In this world we are equals. But in ceremony we are in different dimensions. 5 years ago
Once we were at walmart buying condoms and I was embarassed enough as it was…but when he went to pay he pulled out a fistfull of rubber gloves “accidentally” and acted embarassed. “Oops! Wrong pocket. heh.” I missed it…i was looking the other way to hide my blushing…but he told me as soon as we started walking away and i started laughing really loud and could harly walk…felt like it took forever to get to the car. I guess the poor girl at the counter’s eyes got huge.
Another time at walmart we were buying some things for his sister. After we were done paying he turned towards the wall and shoved a package of toilet paper under his shirt and walked really slow with his chest sticking out (really far…on account of the toilet paper)and saying in a loud voice (practically yelling) “Jeez…you’d think somebody would notice…i guess it’s easier than I thought…i just can’t believe nobody’s stopping me…i’m walking out the door!...maybe it’s so obvious that nobody believes anybody would actually have the guts…wow…” I was pulling at him to go faster and laughing and blushing and pretty much freaking out, “shh damnit what the hell are you doing?”, digging in his pockets to make sure he had the receipt. The security guard and the walmart greeter and the cashiers and ALL the customers were watching us, but nobody stopped us to make sure we weren’t stealing.
We went to subway and ordered our sandwiches and got to the register and the girl asked “Would you like to try our whipped hot chocolate?” and he said “I don’t like it whipped…do you have any that’s been slapped?” I was trying not to smile and poking him to shut up, thinking the girl would just get mad and ignore him. But she said “umm…i dunno…let me ask” and we both watched with awe as she turned around and loudly asked her coworker “Do we have any slapped hot chocolate?” The restaurant (which was pretty full) erupted into laughter and I felt so sorry for that ditzy girl…but i had to laugh too.
I have a thousand such stories. They are almost a daily thing.
He has taught me to not care so much what strangers think…I had to learn, or else I would have died from embarassment long ago. 5 years ago
One day he told me almost the entire storyline of Pete’s Dragon…quotes, songs, what the characters did and how they looked…and he told it with such enthusiasm. He was like a 4 year old who watches it everyday.
And he hasn’t seen it in years.
It was adorable, and frankly, I was amazed. 5 years ago
Complicated. Interesting. Brilliant. Psychotic at times.
He can be so deep…then i turn around and he’s making fart jokes.
He’s my handy dandy psychologist. He tells me what i need to hear just as soon as i can handle it.
He’s got intricate plans for world domination…i’ll be the world’s first first lady…well, maybe the second.
You know those types of intelligence? There’s 9 of them…nature smart, musical smart, number/reasoning smart, existential intelligence, people smart, body smart, word smart, self smart, and picture smart. He is very strong in all those areas…that’s pretty rare…I’d say he’s near genius in at least a couple. I only use about 5 of them, and usually not very well.
And he makes me laugh. A lot. Full of surprises and useless trivia.
I fell in love with his mind long before we met. With him I know I’ll never get bored and I’ll definately never stop learning. 5 years ago
He is trying to believe me…and he should.
He must know deep down that we will work out…I do.
I’m trying my very best, and so is he. 5 years ago
He says there is nobody else for him, and if we have to be apart then he will just wait as long as it takes. 5 years ago
A few minutes ago we were going to sleep and he just started talking really fast…so fast i couldn’t really process everything he was saying…this was just small parts of it:
”...coffee…it’s hot, i haven’t had many hot drinks…hot coffee, hot tea, hot chocolate…i think that’s all the hot drinks i’ve had…unless you count those coffee sidekicks….cappuccino, mochaccino, espresso, Starbucks reminds me of those damn existentialists….she wants squirrel i think i could shoot one with a rock if i could just get some tubing and a stick to make a sling shot but maybe her dad has a pellet gun…i’ve never had squirrel….driving today was…”
then he smiled at me
“thought i’d let you inside my head for a minute” 5 years ago
When he first explained his theories to me I thought he was wrong.
Now I can see his point. There will always be levels of honesty. If there weren’t, then it wouldn’t fit in with reality…because there is no black and white in real world matters.
And I still think it is wrong.
But because he and I disagree on something so important in a relationship, it makes both of us work harder at it and think harder on it and learn more from every mistake we make. 5 years ago
His hands are big and strong. He can fit my entire fist in his. A lovely chocolate color. Nice shape. They are always warm.
He plays guitar so his fingers are strong and flexible. He’s very good with his hands…playing music, drawing, carving…great massages…other stuff…
They are nice to hold too. 5 years ago
He has a very distinct smell…it took me a day or two to get used to it, and since then I’ve been addicted.
It’s like…smoked meat…buffalo meat…his hair kinda smells like the buffalo tongue served at ceremony (which i love…one of my favorite foods ever), except richer and spicier.
And his sweat smells like spices and sugar.
I’ve never smelled anything like him.
I don’t even care if he doesn’t shower for awhile because he just smells better with time. 5 years ago
My mom just died. And so, our plans have changed. He was not okay with that at first…but I told him he has to be strong because i need somebody solid to lean on right now if I’m going to face the world in the upcoming days,weeks,months…
He snapped out of it right away and is now beside me on anything i need or want to do. Even if we have to be very far apart for a very long time, he is going to be strong and patient….because I asked it of him.
He needs me by his side…but he is willing to ignore that need for…ever…if necessary…because he is putting my needs before his. To me, that is love. 5 years ago
He asks me why and the best answer I have is “because i just do”
I want to start a list here and find a new way to tell him each one…one a day or just whenever
“I love you” can get kinda monotonous 5 years ago