I had a normal dream last night! Finally!!
Well, not really sure how normal it will be to go visit your manager’s parents in Newcastle, but there you have it. Hubby was mysteriously missing somewhere during the dream after being there the whole time. I think I found him and Manager Lady in bed together but for once there is a reason why this might have stuck in my sub-conscious mind.
We were watching Erfsondes last night and Kate was having a fight with Chris about him cheating on her with Amoré and Hubby scoffed and said to me “how can people do that?”
“What?” I asked, being busy with my latest culinary disaster on the stove.
“Sleep with your wife’s best friend, or manager! Imagine if I did that!” All this said with a cynical scowl. He does it so well.
“Well at least my only best friend is married to my brother so there’s really no chance of that happening.” I reply, with a joking tone and a smile.
Silence for a moment.
“Yes well there is no one I want to sleep with but you, vlooi. I would never do something like that.” Said very seriously, like he’s warning me to not even think about it.
“I know.” I said and smiled at him.
And I do know.
I know that my husband is not the type to do that. If it ever happens, I will be very very surprised. People probably think “ja, just wait til he lands in the wrong, or should I say the right circumstances and he’ll cheat on you in a heartbeat.”
What people fail to remember as that some people, however little there might be left of them, still have a moral center and possess the moral standards and values their parents raised them up with. My hubby is good to the core, although he possesses a few choice characteristics that might rile me up the wrong way. But I chose to love him despite those characteristics, because when all is put together, he’s one fine man. He’s not conventionally handsome, but his entire heart and soul makes him the most beautiful man to me.
Coupled with a wicked sense of humor that can leave you laughing so hard that you gasp for air, or put you in danger of crashing your car because you’re draped over your steering wheel for support. He’s an amazing cheeseball, and while I take the mickey out of him about it sometimes, I appreciate his sentiment and that he can still be romantic.
His sense of humor is the first thing that I noticed about him when I kuiered with him and my brother in 2008. Hubby had been off the radar for a couple of years, working on the east rand and when he came back, my brother and SIL immediately got together with him. Hubby was kind of crushing on a mutual friend of SIL and I and she was there too that night. I still have the videoclips I took that night of him. He had these hillbilly false teeth that he put in when nobody was looking and started speaking in this real trailer trash Afrikaans voice. Called himself Frikkie. What followed was hilarious and I thought to myself that night that if I didn’t have a boyfriend, I’d like to get to know this guy better.
Known him almost forever, but just as Big Brother’s best buddy. And later that year I got my chance. I went with us to my mother’s party (okay, went with me cos I didn’t have a date – the relationship with Ex crashed and I was overjoyed) and that night is when things started happening. We started kuiering without chaperones and two weeks later, I knew that this was the guy I would marry.
We were together a month, then moved in together (but it was actually more for financial reasons and we just knew it would work, while our families condemned us and our relationship). But four months later we got engaged, and five months later we were married. We’ve been going strong ever since.
Despite the occassional inclination to want to strangle him or shove his head down the toilet so he can feel what taking bullshit is like, I love this man like I’ve never loved anyone before. God truly sent him along my path and I need to start thanking Him more often for that.
Baby, I love you!