I thought my marriage was going swimminglyuntil a friend of mine popped in with a question.
I got married quite young, swept up in grand romance. Wed been together four years before tying the knot, and wed weathered our fair share of storms.
Weve lived together for over six years now. I trust my husband completely, and I like to think Ive got a decent head on my shoulders myself. Hes sweet, considerate, and always there when I need him. He pulls his weight around the house, toothough I wont lie, hes neither the bravest nor the burliest of blokes. Handsome? Not exactly. But hes got this disarming kindness about him, a bottomless well of optimism and faith in people that somehow recharges me when life throws its worst at us.
That said, hes hopeless at making decisions, allergic to stepping out of his comfort zone, and painfully shy. Six years of marriage, and he hasnt budged an inch. He couldnt care less about his health, and any hint of change sends him into a tailspin. Hes nearly ten years older than meIm twenty-six, full of energy, and absolutely loving life. Ive got a great job, bought my own car, and were chipping away at the mortgage on our little house.
Then, the other day, my friend hit me with: What on earth do you even need him for?
And just like that, my happy little bubble burst. Now Im sat here, staring at my tea, wondering *What do I need him for, really?*
