Husband is associated with love. We spend our whole lives looking for love, but is love the true meaning of life? Will we only achieve true happiness if we achieve love first?
Liz
the chicks were raised from when they were very young. she’d tousle her fingers in their fine filmy yellow hair and stroke them along their little necks when they cooed at her. they grew up to be fine beautiful women, and she delighted when people passed them by on the streets and remarked, “damn, that chick.” it was her one pride in life.
Jessica
NO, not hubby. Never hubby. Ugly word. But one who is uxurous, a man who loves his wife, who has her back. Someone to husband resources. The house bound man, married to the woman of the house.
Zhoen
Id rather be free and travel the world, but you never know…maybe there is someone out there.
Sometimes I wonder if you will be my future husband. There’s a lot of doubt there, but I wonder. You’ve liked me for over a year, and I’ve liked you for over 6 months. Will this go anywhere?
laughalot
Will i die alone? does true love exist? is our true focus in life to find love or are we just wasting time? Does achieving love mean achieving true happiness? I want a husband.
Liz
Some husbands are good, and some husbands are bad. You never really can quite determine an exact definition of a husband. That’s what I’ve learned from observation. But one thing I do know for sure is that I want husband that looks and me and can me feel like I’ve got nothing to hide.
man, someone who you live with, marriage, kids, house, nice, flowers, nice weather, ring, nice dress, dogs, cats, family, wedding, funny, happy, holidays, cool nice,
charlotte
Jessica entered the way she always did. Quite honestly, it was getting kind of boring, but I still loved her. As her husband, I felt nothing but absolute dedication to her happyiness, but then I me Alicia, all that was trusted was swept away by a rush of late nights soaked in wet heat.
I feel like I already know my husband. We’ve been officially together since yesterday. I don’t get that same glowy, butterfly feeling I get that I did with my first love, but he grounds me. Calms me. Reminds me that it’s okay to still be hurt, but helps me along the way. He’s holding my hand along the treacherous path. And we’ve only known each other for a few weeks.
Woah there buddy. Slow down. I’m not ready for something like that yet. And you’re not really my type. I’m more into girls, ya know?
Mc
I used to be a good husband. I used to be married to Zoe. I used to live in Sweet Home. I used to work as a policeman. I used to have a dog. I used to have a garden. I used to be a good man. And for some fucked up cosmic reason I have become some sick fuck’s play doll.
Her husband had a ponytail and wore mascara occasionally. Because he thought his eyes were too muted. He loved costume design. His hands would be all pricked and red from needles and the chafing of fabric, as well as sticky from hot glue and tape. He made Halloween costumes for all four of their children every year.
“Don’t ever change,” he told her one night, when she dressed as a witch for a costume party. “I’m always happy to have just you once the outfit’s gone.”
Belinda Roddie
man who loves you no matter what and wants children from and care and may be will divorce youone day but fortunatelly he can be one for the rest of ypour life
you might fight
Larisa Perez
husband who’s banned from all speculation by covetous women. who is banned from all future looking with lustfull eyes and heart…
much obliged
Someday I wish to have a husband, but now, who knows. I’m locked in this cell for the crime I’ve committed. I’ve locked myself away inside my mind. Memories caged, and actions limited because of myself. I can’t find the key as I’ve lost it, lost them long ago. It’s not my fault. It’s his.
I got hurt, and now I don’t want this. Or I can’t want this, don’t want to be hopeful, after how life has dealt this set of cards. Hopes will crash, but as of yet, in an unknown manner.. Cheating? Lying? (again.) Or just won’t happen?
Eileen Yohannes
I never wanna get married. I don’t want to ruin a perfectly good relationship by trying to get him all to myself. I guess when I meet the love of my life, I’ll respect his freedom, because that is what I would love about him, his capacity to be free, to live his life without me.
Ana Franco
Her husband looked at her when she spilled the dark, hidden secret. I wondered if anything would ever be the same. But she never looked back, she never even stuttered. What was said, was said. There was nothing she could do.
Alyx
a person who should love, and with that love love his wife, and love his children, and accept them even if they aren’t the ideal image he should be. My father is no good husband. My husband will be.
LittleLionWoman
Oh no. Husband? I don’t think that I’ll ever have one of these things. It’s that I’m not straight and plan to run away with the girl of my dreams, I’m quite straight. It’s just that I can’t commit to people. Or anything. Not tennis, not marching band, and not my boyfriend of three weeks. I just can’t give up my time to people. I also don’t really miss people, which I have a feeling would make me a very bad wife. I mean, he’d come back from a month long trip and say “honey! I’m home!”, but I’d just shrug and say “oh. You were gone?” I apparently also don’t have feelings, which makes for quite a bad wife. I guess I see what my mom says when she says that I don’t have feelings. I really hate romance, deep things, and I’m only really either happy, mad, or disappointed in my work. Argh. I should just be a nun. But I’m a Pastafarian.
someone who you can always depend on to see it through till the end. eternal respect and understanding. comfort. trust. passion. excitement. suprise. real big love.
grace
My husband was a grape at man. He was a police officer who everyone loved. I thought he was perfect, until he cheated on me… Big mistake. I cam home from work early one day, hoping to surprise him, and there he was with her in my bed.
Danyelle
This word means a lot to me, and I will write honestly about it. I chose to become a husband nearly a year ago and was married four months ago. Both decisions were significant, as I believe they should be, and I had waited to find who I believe is right person for me. My soulmate. My lover. My best friend. My wife. I love her.
We carved turnips for husbands. Plugged into beer bottle bodies, they rose up and demanded dinner. The orphaned carrots were done for; no one listened to them anyway, despite their churlish screams. Now our turnips are fat, and behind their bottle backs, we light the oven and prepare the pans…
I want one, I think. I love this line in Richard Yates’ Revolutionary Road: “The only fun in having an affair is pretending to be married and the only fun in marriage is pretending to have an affair.” Something like that…
Ana
domestic male. who has a relationship with female/male. Another person and hmmmm uhmm who is usaully the dominant role, steriotypically…though males are dumb at the same time.
madeline
the one who is your missing piece. the other part of you. your other half. i love him. he will be there with me. sacrifice. faithful. loyal. kind.
Marilyn Nguyen
He makes me breakfast everyday because he doesn’t like my cooking. I wish he’d let me make my signature tofu and eggs. I suppose my cooking isn’t very good. Next time I cook, I’ll just feed it to the aliens next door. At least, I think they’re aliens. I can’t really tell, but they seem like aliens. Perhaps they’re from Mars
Monica
I don’t want no husband.
Elizabeth
MY husband is such a loving man. I couldnt be more in love with him.
Tess
lover. wife. the one you spend your life with. father. i love him. he’s my boyfriend. he is my best friend. he will provide for me. he is my soul mate. he is caring and loving. he is my lifetime partner. the person I want to become a part of my family. the person who is my family.
Marilyn Nguyen
He was everything, and nothing at the same time. He was faithful and unfaithful. He was her husband, her other half. Not her better half, simply her other half. And to the world, they were beautiful. In bed, they were beautiful. But separately, they did not fit. It was the most beautiful un-fit ever.
I had a husband. He was my everything and I loved him and now he’s gone forever. Where did he go?
Jordan
The one part of my life where I feel uncertain about is the word “husband”. Not that I don’t believe in the institution of marriage, I do (pun totally recognized there) but more that I don’t believe that a husband is in the cards for me. I’ve been told that makes me cold, that not wanting to have children or not forseeing my own immediate family in my future makes me someone who has an icy layer around her heart, but I believe just the opposite. I feel that because I can forsee myself in that cookie-cutter life right now just means that I am open to all possibilites. That just because I don’t have a “life goal” that most feel should be included on my agenda, doesn’t mean it won’t happen. It just means that I am open for the world and universe to guide me in whatever way that I am most useful and needed for in this world. I am open to finding my calling, passion and place with no agenda…in my opinion, there is nothing more freeing than that.
Alyssa
We should love our wives as Christ loved the church and gave Himself for her.
Ephesians 5:25-27
Will you join me in a prayer asking the Lord to help us be great husbands?
The word husband makes me think of my future. I would love to be married. I dont want to live a lone or anything. Husbands are a very important part of a girls life, i feel.
Morgan
your soulmate, your other half, the man you share your life with. and sometimes just a pillow and a person to warm you in bed at night.
something that i long to have, maybe 10 years from now on.
Husband is associated with love. We spend our whole lives looking for love, but is love the true meaning of life? Will we only achieve true happiness if we achieve love first?
the chicks were raised from when they were very young. she’d tousle her fingers in their fine filmy yellow hair and stroke them along their little necks when they cooed at her. they grew up to be fine beautiful women, and she delighted when people passed them by on the streets and remarked, “damn, that chick.” it was her one pride in life.
NO, not hubby. Never hubby. Ugly word. But one who is uxurous, a man who loves his wife, who has her back. Someone to husband resources. The house bound man, married to the woman of the house.
Id rather be free and travel the world, but you never know…maybe there is someone out there.
Sometimes I wonder if you will be my future husband. There’s a lot of doubt there, but I wonder. You’ve liked me for over a year, and I’ve liked you for over 6 months. Will this go anywhere?
Will i die alone? does true love exist? is our true focus in life to find love or are we just wasting time? Does achieving love mean achieving true happiness? I want a husband.
Some husbands are good, and some husbands are bad. You never really can quite determine an exact definition of a husband. That’s what I’ve learned from observation. But one thing I do know for sure is that I want husband that looks and me and can me feel like I’ve got nothing to hide.
man, someone who you live with, marriage, kids, house, nice, flowers, nice weather, ring, nice dress, dogs, cats, family, wedding, funny, happy, holidays, cool nice,
Jessica entered the way she always did. Quite honestly, it was getting kind of boring, but I still loved her. As her husband, I felt nothing but absolute dedication to her happyiness, but then I me Alicia, all that was trusted was swept away by a rush of late nights soaked in wet heat.
I feel like I already know my husband. We’ve been officially together since yesterday. I don’t get that same glowy, butterfly feeling I get that I did with my first love, but he grounds me. Calms me. Reminds me that it’s okay to still be hurt, but helps me along the way. He’s holding my hand along the treacherous path. And we’ve only known each other for a few weeks.
Woah there buddy. Slow down. I’m not ready for something like that yet. And you’re not really my type. I’m more into girls, ya know?
I used to be a good husband. I used to be married to Zoe. I used to live in Sweet Home. I used to work as a policeman. I used to have a dog. I used to have a garden. I used to be a good man. And for some fucked up cosmic reason I have become some sick fuck’s play doll.
Her husband had a ponytail and wore mascara occasionally. Because he thought his eyes were too muted. He loved costume design. His hands would be all pricked and red from needles and the chafing of fabric, as well as sticky from hot glue and tape. He made Halloween costumes for all four of their children every year.
“Don’t ever change,” he told her one night, when she dressed as a witch for a costume party. “I’m always happy to have just you once the outfit’s gone.”
man who loves you no matter what and wants children from and care and may be will divorce youone day but fortunatelly he can be one for the rest of ypour life
you might fight
husband who’s banned from all speculation by covetous women. who is banned from all future looking with lustfull eyes and heart…
Someday I wish to have a husband, but now, who knows. I’m locked in this cell for the crime I’ve committed. I’ve locked myself away inside my mind. Memories caged, and actions limited because of myself. I can’t find the key as I’ve lost it, lost them long ago. It’s not my fault. It’s his.
I got hurt, and now I don’t want this. Or I can’t want this, don’t want to be hopeful, after how life has dealt this set of cards. Hopes will crash, but as of yet, in an unknown manner.. Cheating? Lying? (again.) Or just won’t happen?
I never wanna get married. I don’t want to ruin a perfectly good relationship by trying to get him all to myself. I guess when I meet the love of my life, I’ll respect his freedom, because that is what I would love about him, his capacity to be free, to live his life without me.
Her husband looked at her when she spilled the dark, hidden secret. I wondered if anything would ever be the same. But she never looked back, she never even stuttered. What was said, was said. There was nothing she could do.
a person who should love, and with that love love his wife, and love his children, and accept them even if they aren’t the ideal image he should be. My father is no good husband. My husband will be.
Oh no. Husband? I don’t think that I’ll ever have one of these things. It’s that I’m not straight and plan to run away with the girl of my dreams, I’m quite straight. It’s just that I can’t commit to people. Or anything. Not tennis, not marching band, and not my boyfriend of three weeks. I just can’t give up my time to people. I also don’t really miss people, which I have a feeling would make me a very bad wife. I mean, he’d come back from a month long trip and say “honey! I’m home!”, but I’d just shrug and say “oh. You were gone?” I apparently also don’t have feelings, which makes for quite a bad wife. I guess I see what my mom says when she says that I don’t have feelings. I really hate romance, deep things, and I’m only really either happy, mad, or disappointed in my work. Argh. I should just be a nun. But I’m a Pastafarian.
someone who you can always depend on to see it through till the end. eternal respect and understanding. comfort. trust. passion. excitement. suprise. real big love.
My husband was a grape at man. He was a police officer who everyone loved. I thought he was perfect, until he cheated on me… Big mistake. I cam home from work early one day, hoping to surprise him, and there he was with her in my bed.
This word means a lot to me, and I will write honestly about it. I chose to become a husband nearly a year ago and was married four months ago. Both decisions were significant, as I believe they should be, and I had waited to find who I believe is right person for me. My soulmate. My lover. My best friend. My wife. I love her.
We carved turnips for husbands. Plugged into beer bottle bodies, they rose up and demanded dinner. The orphaned carrots were done for; no one listened to them anyway, despite their churlish screams. Now our turnips are fat, and behind their bottle backs, we light the oven and prepare the pans…
can’t wait <3.
I want one, I think. I love this line in Richard Yates’ Revolutionary Road: “The only fun in having an affair is pretending to be married and the only fun in marriage is pretending to have an affair.” Something like that…
domestic male. who has a relationship with female/male. Another person and hmmmm uhmm who is usaully the dominant role, steriotypically…though males are dumb at the same time.
the one who is your missing piece. the other part of you. your other half. i love him. he will be there with me. sacrifice. faithful. loyal. kind.
He makes me breakfast everyday because he doesn’t like my cooking. I wish he’d let me make my signature tofu and eggs. I suppose my cooking isn’t very good. Next time I cook, I’ll just feed it to the aliens next door. At least, I think they’re aliens. I can’t really tell, but they seem like aliens. Perhaps they’re from Mars
I don’t want no husband.
MY husband is such a loving man. I couldnt be more in love with him.
lover. wife. the one you spend your life with. father. i love him. he’s my boyfriend. he is my best friend. he will provide for me. he is my soul mate. he is caring and loving. he is my lifetime partner. the person I want to become a part of my family. the person who is my family.
He was everything, and nothing at the same time. He was faithful and unfaithful. He was her husband, her other half. Not her better half, simply her other half. And to the world, they were beautiful. In bed, they were beautiful. But separately, they did not fit. It was the most beautiful un-fit ever.
wife
home
kids
dog
job
support
guy
man
life
growing
cat
warmth
marry
best
I had a husband. He was my everything and I loved him and now he’s gone forever. Where did he go?
The one part of my life where I feel uncertain about is the word “husband”. Not that I don’t believe in the institution of marriage, I do (pun totally recognized there) but more that I don’t believe that a husband is in the cards for me. I’ve been told that makes me cold, that not wanting to have children or not forseeing my own immediate family in my future makes me someone who has an icy layer around her heart, but I believe just the opposite. I feel that because I can forsee myself in that cookie-cutter life right now just means that I am open to all possibilites. That just because I don’t have a “life goal” that most feel should be included on my agenda, doesn’t mean it won’t happen. It just means that I am open for the world and universe to guide me in whatever way that I am most useful and needed for in this world. I am open to finding my calling, passion and place with no agenda…in my opinion, there is nothing more freeing than that.
We should love our wives as Christ loved the church and gave Himself for her.
Ephesians 5:25-27
Will you join me in a prayer asking the Lord to help us be great husbands?
The word husband makes me think of my future. I would love to be married. I dont want to live a lone or anything. Husbands are a very important part of a girls life, i feel.
your soulmate, your other half, the man you share your life with. and sometimes just a pillow and a person to warm you in bed at night.
something that i long to have, maybe 10 years from now on.