I married at a tender age, out of sheer love. We had courted for four years before we pledged ourselves as husband and wife. We faced many trials together.
Now, with more than six years behind us in wedded life, I feel unwavering trust in my husband and myself alike. He is gentle-hearted, caring, and ever attentivealways there to lend a hand with the chores about the house. My husband is neither a man of great courage nor remarkable strength. It would be a stretch to call him handsome, but he possesses a warm and generous spirit, brimming with optimism, which gives me hope and the strength to endure life’s hardest moments.
Yet, he is indecisive, and struggles immensely with bold decisions, preferring instead to remain within the safety of his comfort. He is reserved and thoroughly proper. In all the years we’ve shared our home, he has scarcely changed.
He pays little mind to his health, reluctant to embrace any alteration to his routine. He shrinks back from change, fearful of upheaval. My husband is nearly a decade my senior. At twenty-six, I find joy in life’s possibilities. I have secured a good position at work, purchased my own motorcar, and pay the mortgage for our home. Just recently, a friend remarked, “Why do you even need him?”
That question brought my happiness to an abrupt halt, and now, I find myself reflecting: “Why do I truly need him?”
