Uplifting And Positive News
I didn’t have the wedding of my dreams. I’ve been thinking about that wedding. It was seven years ago this week. You might remember this, Dear Reader, As this entire story has unfolded in the lines of this website. How we got to the waterfall wedding We got engaged after two years of dating. And decided to get married just three weeks later. There was no time to plan for a grand affair. No time to
Do you know when it’s time to make that change? Husband has an online addiction problem. With real estate. As long as they are houses in other towns. One year of empty nest and he wants us out of here. “Check out this marsh front home on the coast of Georgia.” “How about this abandoned town in Italy?” “Ooh, I love this jungle home in Costa Rica!” He’s ready to go. Husband has a good
Funny thing is I had no idea this was a problem As marital disagreements go, This was one I wasn’t expecting. It popped up on a typical weekend day for Husband and me, sitting side by side at our dining room table. I was puttering away adding uplifting and positive news stories to my website. Husband was busy creating our next travel adventure. “We might be going around the world on Emirates Airlines First Class,”
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His frequent flyer hobby booked us a double bed in the sky *Video Posted Below* I thought it was time to share my husband’s crazy over-the-top frequent flyer hobby. This is what consumes our lives when I’m not sharing uplifting news with the world. About 10 years ago he discovered that he could make every dollar going out bring multiple miles back in. And he’s discovered the secrets to burning miles on the most luxurious planes in the world. He
Because this is not the way I thought we would be expanding our family. I would’ve told you our family was complete. Family Planning 101. Husband, me, Two girls, now both away at college. And the cliché empty nest puppy. Husband apparently had other ideas. He took matters into his own hands this week, walking in the house with our new bundle of joy. The one I didn’t know we needed. “I got us a robot!” he announced in th
You just never know where certain feelings will pop up. Here’s one about a trip to Florida, a nude beach and gratitude.
At least I have his anniversary present figured out. That’s what I’m telling myself. To calm down. After discovering what I discovered my husband doing. In bed. Where he wasn’t alone. He was there, Happily, With my beloved tweezers. Watching TV, relaxing, and removing random old man hairs. I pause early in this column to share, That all those years I dreamed of having a husband, A wonderful man in my bed, The image that came to mind, Well, safe
The truth is, I’m not sorry. Let’s establish that right off. Before we get to the thing, The accusation, My husband has accused me of. Yes, that husband. The one, Who, wonderful as he is, Is not great at sharing, In one certain circumstance. He’ll give you his last dime, The shirt off his back. But dessert? Don’t let him close. A single lick of an ice cream cone is not in his repertoire. Split a dessert at a restaurant?
I drew the line at Chex Mix. I had to. Draw it somewhere. Had you been here to see what’s been going on in this home, you would’ve expected me to do something. Anything. A lot sooner. How many wives could standby calmly And bear witness to their husband’s love affair? It started innocently enough. Taking a walk with her. Private conversations. Snuggling on the couch. Wrestling games. Husband
