Darn do I love my husband! Love him to death…. yep. Death. That’s why I’m holding his severed head by the roots of its chestnut brown hair… HA! My husband was a worthless, cheating scumbag with nothing to his name. I cant believe I married him.. What lured me in about him the first place? Was it his looks? Well, his acne scarred face left little to be desired….He had no money to speak of… Whatever it was, I hope you were happy, Harold. Without you, I’m eternally happier. Till death do us part? Consider us… parted.
The shimmy shimmy shake she’d thirsted for
left her dry
The lightning in her brain and
the zipping in her veins
was gone
And she heard your voice
He was yours
The silence is overbearing, but we speak above it and try to hide it.
We press it back with our idle chat, but we both know it’s useless.
The silence rings in our ears, even as words fill our mouths.
We both don’t want to admit how bad it’s gotten lately,
So we push it away, and cover it with smiles.
It was stupid that he packed the bags. She had seen him for the past three nights, watched him load up the car with his sports equipment and trophies. He didn’t need those last three suitcases filled with his clothes, it was over kill. Unneccasary. Absolutely without a point. Slightly sad in his need for dramatics.
Husband. Someone that should love you through the best and the worst. Someone that should never ever leave your side no matter how hard it gets. Hug you randomly. Bring you flowers. A husband should love you never ending. He should always be there for you and want to make you the happiest girl in the world. You should be his world. You should be half of his heart and life.
Will I be one? But the word is of a lesser meaning. Husband. Social construct. Not special. Whereas father, a term closely related, is so much stronger. Husband means nothing. Father means nothing. Husband leaves nothing. Father leaves something.
I’ve always wanted you to be my husband. I just didn’t know if I was ready at the time. I wish I could say that you will be mine one day, however, you are now so far away. Maybe someone else was meant to be my husband, maybe I was never meant to be your wife. No one could ever know I truly feel, only the thoughts in my head are meant to be mine.
I don’t have a husband right now, but I am planning to have one in the future. Particularly the man I love, Jim. He’s the only man I can think of spending the rest of my life with. He makes me happy in all the ways that matter. And I know he would make a great husband and father.
they say “married” like it’s supposed
to mean something to me
or to you
but all it is is shackles
and tangled legs in the early morning
i don’t need a label on me to know i’m yours
and the ring on your finger
plain gold with tiny letters inside
is almost unnecessary
i am writing this note to let you know that i have had an epiphany. we are no longer soul mates. this is a dead end. it seems to me that by me trying to forget your unfaithfulness does me no right. on the contrary, it does me wrong.
i am saying goodbye and i wish that you never do anything to cause harm to others.
My husband and I, we weren’t very close. He was not the brightest blossom in the garden of roses. Too fragile, too limp, too wilted, too gray. He was never a rip-roaring fun kind of display. I’d look at the other flowers swaying in the breeze. They were glistening with dew and my God, how they pleased my sore eyes. My husband was never quite as adorned, though he certainly was equipped with plenty of thorns.
One of two. Typically strong, reliable, solid. A historical foundation of a marriage. The provider. In ancient times and in third worlds, the master of the home. Right wing based. Left wing degraded, controversial.
There is this dream I have of marriage. To have a godly husband for myself. I want our marriage to exemplify the relationship of love between Christ and His bride, the church. I want a husband whom I respect and admire so warmly, he can only warrant my submission to his leadership. I want to nurture and care for him, to let him not worry about his health, what he will eat, what he will drink. I want to pursue God with him, so that our union speaks only to His glory and His glory only. I want to share the most intimate parts of my life with him, and be written into his. One day, I will be with him. For now, I will trust God.
Mary leans over the pot of boiling water, prodding the pasta with a fork. The steam sticks to her face, and clings to her eyelashes.
When the front door creaks open, only then does she turn away from the meal. His broad shoulders are framed by the kitchen door, suitcase at his side. A smile breaks out across her face, as the water overflows from the pot and sizzles on the hot plate.
I can’t imagine life without him. My husband. Were it not for the fatal crash that killed my mother I would not have met him. He walked out of the other car, virtually unscathed. The car that had run the red light, slamming into my mom’s little Taurus.
husband is someone who marries a wife. they make their life one and become a single entity that must advance in life together. They commit to each other to make each other’s lives better forever. They provide a way for our species to evolve and advance, for our species to find itself and go out and discover the amazing gifts this universe has to offer.
“You’re – you’re my /husband!”/ she finally yelled, her eternal poise finally falling away with the weight of her anger.
He couldn’t meet her eyes, and he didn’t reply. She looked quite a bit like she wanted to hit him, but she forced herself to be okay with tangling her hands in her hair.
“You /cannot/ think that this is a good idea! You’re going to go and get yourself killed out there, and what do you expect to happen then?”
I remember we were 10 and he promised me we would get married and he would be my husband. Now 8 years later, he’s gone and I’ve lost him forever. I never did think he would keep his promise, but I never thought he would leave, walk out of my life forever..
We were best friends. Two peas in a pod. He knew everything about me and I knew everything about him. When we first kissed, I felt we were one. His soft, tender kisses left me feeling as if we were the only two people in the room. As cheesy as that sounds, it’s true. He was there whenever I needed him but now he’s gone. Whenever his hand embraced mine, it was gentle but firm, leaving me feeling safe. Unfortunately, the empty feeling coming from my hand never leaves. It follows me as if to remind me he’s gone, he is really gone and I could have stopped him. Ha. Makes me wonder what things could have turned out like if he never told me he was in love with me that day. But he did. And I, I was crazy, helplessly in love with HIM. In love with his perfectly placed freckles, his dark brown hair, his kind, deep blue eyes. The spark you would see come across his face when he would talk about firefighting.
When he first told me he wanted to become a firefighter, I had nightmares for weeks. I’d see sweat dripping down his face as he tried to find and save people. Then something always would happen and he would never come out of that burning building. Finally, I told him about the nightmares and he said, “I will always come back.” He was always good at putting my mind at ease. Now I don’t know if he will ever come back, not after what happened.
I feel like I have to earn a husband. I need to learn to be a good wife and I need to know that I can take care of my children. I don’t know if I can measure up.
I want to get married. I’ve been with my boyfriend for 5 years, we have a beautiful 1 year old daughter together, and he doesn’t want to commit, still. it makes me so sad. it’s all I really want, to solidify our family. To promise each other that we love each other, and will love each other, forever. We’re only 19. But I know we’re going to be together forever anyways. Or maybe that’s just me being foolish.
My father has been a husband twice. The first time it was a shotgun wedding. My sister and I were six months from being born at the wedding and white castle catered. The second time he cheated.
I never thought that I would have a husband or that I even wanted one but I have begun to think about having a life with you. The word husband doesn’t sound so terrible anymore.
A husband… is something I might have someday. Maybe. As of now it’s looking pretty grim. I’m tall and lots of boys are short and I’m awkward and maybe a little ugly. Somedays I’d give myself a 6/10, others a 2/10… this is a really self-centered piece of writing. But how… husband how??? I don’t know.
I can only hope and pray that my husband, one day, is a great and caring as he is in my mind. I know that in God’s time, he will be the best he can possible be for me and I will be the same for him. I know that he will bring me joy and a wonderful family. I am beyond blessed and I can’t wait to meet him. I love you.
You need to find yourself a good husband and settle down. A good provider. A good looking, handsome gentleman who is as comfortable chopping down trees as he is discussing politics at a dinner party downtown. One that’s aggressive, but very gentle and kind. A suitcase filled with opposites.
What a boring concept, when writing. I’m not interested in reading about people who are married, generally speaking. I just…. don’t really care. Unless it’s the final Betsy Tacy book.
I suppose tomorrow’s word will be wife. What a disappointment.
They might have gotten married, had everything worked out. If he hadn’t Impressed, and she hadn’t moved. If she hadn’t felt so pressured. If he’d loved her more. If they hadn’t been so young.
So many if’s.
But it could have worked out, in another lifetime, and though it hadn’t the thought still haunted them when, after so many years, they fell into each others’ lives again.
loving and caring. SOmeone i want to spend the rest of my life with ! Fun and understanding. SHould be able to have beautiful conversations with him . Should be able to sit in silence too and just soak life in.
Husband? She blushes at the word. I- It’s not like she’d ever, y’know, want one or anything! Guys are idiots anyway! They’ve only got one thing on their mind when they talk to her and it sure as heck isn’t her personality! So to heck with husbands and love and kiddy fairytale stuff like that! Like she’s ever going to get married!
She taught animal husbandry at the night school. Her class was small, just two retired school teachers and a pipe fitter from the glue factory. They began with gerbils and progressed through guinea pigs, possums and stout.
Her husband seemed nice enough when I met him at the Fisher’s party last weekend. Did you notice anything off? I know Diane is kind of bossy but, well… You’ve known them longer than me. Murder doesn’t just spontaneously happen.
my future husband needs to be funny i honestly don’t care about his looks.. but they wouldn’t hurt. i believe in loving someone forever and i want that to come true with Travis i do believe he is the love of my life. he makes me happy and he makes me smile and we are just so similar. i know there is a big age difference, but i don’t care. i love him. so much. i hope he will always love me too
Her husband? ha! should be MY husband. I’ve had my eyes on him since pre puberty. She just started talking to him last year. Ridiculous. They save love makes you do crazy things? I’m about to do the craziest one yet.
Darn do I love my husband! Love him to death…. yep. Death. That’s why I’m holding his severed head by the roots of its chestnut brown hair… HA! My husband was a worthless, cheating scumbag with nothing to his name. I cant believe I married him.. What lured me in about him the first place? Was it his looks? Well, his acne scarred face left little to be desired….He had no money to speak of… Whatever it was, I hope you were happy, Harold. Without you, I’m eternally happier. Till death do us part? Consider us… parted.
The shimmy shimmy shake she’d thirsted for
left her dry
The lightning in her brain and
the zipping in her veins
was gone
And she heard your voice
He was yours
Someone who loves you and cares for you. Marriage. Adoring. Tiffany blue. Forever and ever. Happily ever after. Fairy tales. Family. Together.
The silence is overbearing, but we speak above it and try to hide it.
We press it back with our idle chat, but we both know it’s useless.
The silence rings in our ears, even as words fill our mouths.
We both don’t want to admit how bad it’s gotten lately,
So we push it away, and cover it with smiles.
It was stupid that he packed the bags. She had seen him for the past three nights, watched him load up the car with his sports equipment and trophies. He didn’t need those last three suitcases filled with his clothes, it was over kill. Unneccasary. Absolutely without a point. Slightly sad in his need for dramatics.
Husband. Someone that should love you through the best and the worst. Someone that should never ever leave your side no matter how hard it gets. Hug you randomly. Bring you flowers. A husband should love you never ending. He should always be there for you and want to make you the happiest girl in the world. You should be his world. You should be half of his heart and life.
Will I be one? But the word is of a lesser meaning. Husband. Social construct. Not special. Whereas father, a term closely related, is so much stronger. Husband means nothing. Father means nothing. Husband leaves nothing. Father leaves something.
I’ve always wanted you to be my husband. I just didn’t know if I was ready at the time. I wish I could say that you will be mine one day, however, you are now so far away. Maybe someone else was meant to be my husband, maybe I was never meant to be your wife. No one could ever know I truly feel, only the thoughts in my head are meant to be mine.
I don’t have a husband right now, but I am planning to have one in the future. Particularly the man I love, Jim. He’s the only man I can think of spending the rest of my life with. He makes me happy in all the ways that matter. And I know he would make a great husband and father.
they say “married” like it’s supposed
to mean something to me
or to you
but all it is is shackles
and tangled legs in the early morning
i don’t need a label on me to know i’m yours
and the ring on your finger
plain gold with tiny letters inside
is almost unnecessary
I’ve never dreamt of you, until now.
dear beloved husband,
i am writing this note to let you know that i have had an epiphany. we are no longer soul mates. this is a dead end. it seems to me that by me trying to forget your unfaithfulness does me no right. on the contrary, it does me wrong.
i am saying goodbye and i wish that you never do anything to cause harm to others.
sincerely,
your wife
My husband and I, we weren’t very close. He was not the brightest blossom in the garden of roses. Too fragile, too limp, too wilted, too gray. He was never a rip-roaring fun kind of display. I’d look at the other flowers swaying in the breeze. They were glistening with dew and my God, how they pleased my sore eyes. My husband was never quite as adorned, though he certainly was equipped with plenty of thorns.
Name is David.
We’re polar yet equal.
One day, some day.
He’ll erase the scars and bring forth the cure.
To stability… and beyond!
One of two. Typically strong, reliable, solid. A historical foundation of a marriage. The provider. In ancient times and in third worlds, the master of the home. Right wing based. Left wing degraded, controversial.
There is this dream I have of marriage. To have a godly husband for myself. I want our marriage to exemplify the relationship of love between Christ and His bride, the church. I want a husband whom I respect and admire so warmly, he can only warrant my submission to his leadership. I want to nurture and care for him, to let him not worry about his health, what he will eat, what he will drink. I want to pursue God with him, so that our union speaks only to His glory and His glory only. I want to share the most intimate parts of my life with him, and be written into his. One day, I will be with him. For now, I will trust God.
Mary leans over the pot of boiling water, prodding the pasta with a fork. The steam sticks to her face, and clings to her eyelashes.
When the front door creaks open, only then does she turn away from the meal. His broad shoulders are framed by the kitchen door, suitcase at his side. A smile breaks out across her face, as the water overflows from the pot and sizzles on the hot plate.
I can’t imagine life without him. My husband. Were it not for the fatal crash that killed my mother I would not have met him. He walked out of the other car, virtually unscathed. The car that had run the red light, slamming into my mom’s little Taurus.
husband is someone who marries a wife. they make their life one and become a single entity that must advance in life together. They commit to each other to make each other’s lives better forever. They provide a way for our species to evolve and advance, for our species to find itself and go out and discover the amazing gifts this universe has to offer.
“You’re – you’re my /husband!”/ she finally yelled, her eternal poise finally falling away with the weight of her anger.
He couldn’t meet her eyes, and he didn’t reply. She looked quite a bit like she wanted to hit him, but she forced herself to be okay with tangling her hands in her hair.
“You /cannot/ think that this is a good idea! You’re going to go and get yourself killed out there, and what do you expect to happen then?”
I remember we were 10 and he promised me we would get married and he would be my husband. Now 8 years later, he’s gone and I’ve lost him forever. I never did think he would keep his promise, but I never thought he would leave, walk out of my life forever..
We were best friends. Two peas in a pod. He knew everything about me and I knew everything about him. When we first kissed, I felt we were one. His soft, tender kisses left me feeling as if we were the only two people in the room. As cheesy as that sounds, it’s true. He was there whenever I needed him but now he’s gone. Whenever his hand embraced mine, it was gentle but firm, leaving me feeling safe. Unfortunately, the empty feeling coming from my hand never leaves. It follows me as if to remind me he’s gone, he is really gone and I could have stopped him. Ha. Makes me wonder what things could have turned out like if he never told me he was in love with me that day. But he did. And I, I was crazy, helplessly in love with HIM. In love with his perfectly placed freckles, his dark brown hair, his kind, deep blue eyes. The spark you would see come across his face when he would talk about firefighting.
When he first told me he wanted to become a firefighter, I had nightmares for weeks. I’d see sweat dripping down his face as he tried to find and save people. Then something always would happen and he would never come out of that burning building. Finally, I told him about the nightmares and he said, “I will always come back.” He was always good at putting my mind at ease. Now I don’t know if he will ever come back, not after what happened.
I feel like I have to earn a husband. I need to learn to be a good wife and I need to know that I can take care of my children. I don’t know if I can measure up.
My husband and I have been married for 10 years, have two young children, and are still madly in love.
bangordailynews.com
The housebound husband hurries home in a hustle.
I want to get married. I’ve been with my boyfriend for 5 years, we have a beautiful 1 year old daughter together, and he doesn’t want to commit, still. it makes me so sad. it’s all I really want, to solidify our family. To promise each other that we love each other, and will love each other, forever. We’re only 19. But I know we’re going to be together forever anyways. Or maybe that’s just me being foolish.
My father has been a husband twice. The first time it was a shotgun wedding. My sister and I were six months from being born at the wedding and white castle catered. The second time he cheated.
I never thought that I would have a husband or that I even wanted one but I have begun to think about having a life with you. The word husband doesn’t sound so terrible anymore.
A husband… is something I might have someday. Maybe. As of now it’s looking pretty grim. I’m tall and lots of boys are short and I’m awkward and maybe a little ugly. Somedays I’d give myself a 6/10, others a 2/10… this is a really self-centered piece of writing. But how… husband how??? I don’t know.
I can only hope and pray that my husband, one day, is a great and caring as he is in my mind. I know that in God’s time, he will be the best he can possible be for me and I will be the same for him. I know that he will bring me joy and a wonderful family. I am beyond blessed and I can’t wait to meet him. I love you.
You need to find yourself a good husband and settle down. A good provider. A good looking, handsome gentleman who is as comfortable chopping down trees as he is discussing politics at a dinner party downtown. One that’s aggressive, but very gentle and kind. A suitcase filled with opposites.
Wife Kids Family Dad Uncle Boy Job
What a boring concept, when writing. I’m not interested in reading about people who are married, generally speaking. I just…. don’t really care. Unless it’s the final Betsy Tacy book.
I suppose tomorrow’s word will be wife. What a disappointment.
They might have gotten married, had everything worked out. If he hadn’t Impressed, and she hadn’t moved. If she hadn’t felt so pressured. If he’d loved her more. If they hadn’t been so young.
So many if’s.
But it could have worked out, in another lifetime, and though it hadn’t the thought still haunted them when, after so many years, they fell into each others’ lives again.
loving and caring. SOmeone i want to spend the rest of my life with ! Fun and understanding. SHould be able to have beautiful conversations with him . Should be able to sit in silence too and just soak life in.
Husband? She blushes at the word. I- It’s not like she’d ever, y’know, want one or anything! Guys are idiots anyway! They’ve only got one thing on their mind when they talk to her and it sure as heck isn’t her personality! So to heck with husbands and love and kiddy fairytale stuff like that! Like she’s ever going to get married!
She taught animal husbandry at the night school. Her class was small, just two retired school teachers and a pipe fitter from the glue factory. They began with gerbils and progressed through guinea pigs, possums and stout.
I am a husband from Ontario. I consider myself to be a very good husband in that I provide a great meal for my wife each and every time
Her husband seemed nice enough when I met him at the Fisher’s party last weekend. Did you notice anything off? I know Diane is kind of bossy but, well… You’ve known them longer than me. Murder doesn’t just spontaneously happen.
my future husband needs to be funny i honestly don’t care about his looks.. but they wouldn’t hurt. i believe in loving someone forever and i want that to come true with Travis i do believe he is the love of my life. he makes me happy and he makes me smile and we are just so similar. i know there is a big age difference, but i don’t care. i love him. so much. i hope he will always love me too
Her husband? ha! should be MY husband. I’ve had my eyes on him since pre puberty. She just started talking to him last year. Ridiculous. They save love makes you do crazy things? I’m about to do the craziest one yet.
is he mine or hers? or does he belong only to himself? what does the title mean in the modern era? belonging, ownership, or commitment?