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I am not Mexican food!
Wednesday, 21 September 2011 20:58In just a few days, two of my favorite people will be tying the knot. Having known them for their entire relationship, I can say that it's been a beautiful thing to watch; not just because of how the relationship has come to this, but because watching the two of them mature into wonderful, loving people does my heart very good. Happily, I'll be part of the wedding party, so I'll certainly be a witness to this event on Saturday.
And yet, maybe because their wedding is coming up, the notion of love has been mostly at the forefront of my thought patterns in recent days. It currently seems like an unusual number of my friends are having issues in matters of love, relationships, and sex; one's beginning experimenting with sexual partners outside of her current relationship (with permission from her girlfriend--that's a very important point); another friend of mine is in an unhappy marriage and wants to go out, have fun, and live life with other guys; another is starting another relationship after being burned by past guys...and all this while I strive to be a better husband to my own wife. And that's incrementally improving as I continue to slowly heal from a surgery that was given to me now over a year ago.
In just a couple of weeks, April and I will hit our two-year wedding anniversary, and to put it bluntly, they've been shitty. I take comfort in the fact (one of the few comforts in all of this) that they've not been the result of any sort of marital problems--April and I have no issues between each other--but rather, almost all the bad stuff that's happened is due to things beyond our control. No one could predict that my Crohn's would take a turn for the worse, requiring surgery and tons of care.
Even now, as I creep very slowly toward the end of the recovery, there are still times where I feel responsible for us not being able to do a lot of things together as a couple. April's had to do much of it herself. And while she's put up with it and has taken care of me (and still is), she puts on a brave face, but I know she's tired and frustrated. It's been a very long climb. Hell, I've even told her that if she needed to find someone to have sex with because I was physically unable, then go right ahead. No sense in being deprived along with me. She never took me up on that offer, but I felt it was the right thing to do.
So, yeah...love on my mind. And all I can ask is that everyone else be happy in whatever they're trying to do.
Most of all, I just want my own wife to be happy, despite my adventures in Crohn's-land.
It's going to be a beautiful wedding this Saturday. But really, Mary, a tuxedo with a pastel green vest? I'm gonna look like a Key Lime pie! :)
And yet, maybe because their wedding is coming up, the notion of love has been mostly at the forefront of my thought patterns in recent days. It currently seems like an unusual number of my friends are having issues in matters of love, relationships, and sex; one's beginning experimenting with sexual partners outside of her current relationship (with permission from her girlfriend--that's a very important point); another friend of mine is in an unhappy marriage and wants to go out, have fun, and live life with other guys; another is starting another relationship after being burned by past guys...and all this while I strive to be a better husband to my own wife. And that's incrementally improving as I continue to slowly heal from a surgery that was given to me now over a year ago.
In just a couple of weeks, April and I will hit our two-year wedding anniversary, and to put it bluntly, they've been shitty. I take comfort in the fact (one of the few comforts in all of this) that they've not been the result of any sort of marital problems--April and I have no issues between each other--but rather, almost all the bad stuff that's happened is due to things beyond our control. No one could predict that my Crohn's would take a turn for the worse, requiring surgery and tons of care.
Even now, as I creep very slowly toward the end of the recovery, there are still times where I feel responsible for us not being able to do a lot of things together as a couple. April's had to do much of it herself. And while she's put up with it and has taken care of me (and still is), she puts on a brave face, but I know she's tired and frustrated. It's been a very long climb. Hell, I've even told her that if she needed to find someone to have sex with because I was physically unable, then go right ahead. No sense in being deprived along with me. She never took me up on that offer, but I felt it was the right thing to do.
So, yeah...love on my mind. And all I can ask is that everyone else be happy in whatever they're trying to do.
Most of all, I just want my own wife to be happy, despite my adventures in Crohn's-land.
It's going to be a beautiful wedding this Saturday. But really, Mary, a tuxedo with a pastel green vest? I'm gonna look like a Key Lime pie! :)
