“Why do you do this?” she whispered, voice full of heartbreak and pain. “Because I love you,” her husband replied, bringing the knife down with a strong, solid stroke. “There are too many out there that will hurt you. Too many that wish you harm. You are mine. I must protect you.” “But this is not protection,” she wailed. “This is butchery! This is barbaric. This is me holding my heart out to be devoured by the storm!”
My husband and I were going out. Not to a night club, or a bar. To a restaurant. A restaurant. Which is nice and all but why do I get the feeling he’s done something wrong and is trying to make himself feel less guilty?
My future husband will be Logan Hartley. He’s the only person I’ve ever truly loved, and will ever truly love. He’s the man of my dreams, my ying to my yang. He balances and completes me. He’s my everything, my world. I love him.
“i’m not looking for a husband,” she stated flatly, crossing her arms and staring at him with a deadpan expression. he shrugged. “cool. i’m not looking for a wife.” they stared at each other in a silence that was neither awkward nor comfortable, her high heels tapping away at the cold linoleum, his hands stuffed snugly into the pockets of his slacks. “ah, screw this,” she muttered, yanking him by the tie into the nearest closet. he grinned. “there’s my wifey.”
I walked into the room to see him lying on the floor. Motionless. It was over now. He couldn’t hurt me anymore. I was safe now, and our kids, MY kids, were safe now.
He was my husband. Or at least, that’s what he was supposed to be. He never really filled the role. See, being a husband implies you love your wife. You promise to stay by her side, till death do you part. He never did that for me. He was gone more than he was home, and if he ever did come back dinner would be cold. Lipstick would be smudged on his neck, and perfume scented his clothes. Barely six months into our marriage, and I realized I made the biggest mistake of my life. He wasn’t my husband. He was hers.
She trusted her husband, though little did she know, his true love was nature, and the beauty of the natural world; not their clean and proper home in suburbia.
my mom has a husband and he is my dad he is a very nice husband to her and i love him because of that he is a husband he wanted to be a husband so yeah why am i writing about husbands oh yeah and i will have a husband one day
Who will it be? How long will it last? I always ask these questions. Left alone in the dark? Brought to the light? Will I be alone even with him? Will I really be complete. Will the cup become empty after time? What will it become?
He came home from work,
took his trench coat off,
glistening from the late night storm,
while flashes of light
startled the cat
as she ran upstairs.
His hat was soaked as well.
He stood in the doorway
and waited for someone to say hello.
But he knew there was no one.
He misses her on rainy days.
I’ve never wanted a husband. I want to have six husbands. I need to get divorced more times than Marilyn Monroe. I should start getting married now. My husband would cheat on me, and I would cheat on him. I wonder if my current lover made a good husband in his marriage. I somehow doubt that he did.
As her husband looked at her, she could not help feeling in her own mind, have I succeeded? I don’t feel so. I feel like I have only done what anyone expected of me and what I expected of myself. But succeed? Was this hollow feeling succeed? What did succeeding mean?
Someday I want a husband who will always stand beside me. I want someone to love me completely and without boundaries. I want someone who I am not afraid to be me around and someone I can trust with every thing… but for now, I have you.
Husband? I wonder who I’ll marry. I think I’m still having feelings for my ex, Ryan. He’s my bestfriend and I’d hate to mess it up, but I can’t help it. I still find my stomach flipping when he texts me or talks to me or hugs me. I find myself drawn to him. It’s been a year.
The best thing about my husband is that he lives somewhere else. I love waking up in the morning only to realize he is not there. Life will only be sweeter when I am no longer married to the 35 year old manchild.
It’s a choice. A woman’s choice. I’m not sure why anybody would want one– from what I’ve seen outside movies, once a girl calls a boy her “husband” he devolves into a less compassionate, less loving version of himself. But that’s just cynical me talking. Typing. Yeah.
I wanted to conserve what I was–who I had become. I didn’t want to sub-come to my past. I didn’t want to long for the parties I knew I never had fun at. I didn’t want to miss having someone’s arm to hold onto. I didn’t want to desire being the person I was a year ago. And for the most part, I didn’t. I just had to keep holding onto that.
I love my husband so much, he can be different some times but he’s seriously the only man for me regardless and I get mad because he’s so perfect for me, even when he’s a bit lacking, I trueky think God gave him to me and for that I’m so incredibly blessed <3 he's is the sexiest soldier I've ever meet and he was well worth the wait, I believe we went through He'll to get to were we are now and there's no were but up anymore, so that puts us in a good place , I wish that he would be more loving but he's the best ever, seriously he is, I can't wait till were married for 99 years hahaha, I meet him when I was so young :) it adds to the excitement and I can't wait to give him children. Think thell be super cute and I'm gonna try my very best to bring them up as best as I possibly can because I think we are the best parents already and u already helped raise my baby nephew even thoughts hard I believe I can do it, with the help of my lovely husband
Someone to love
someone to wake up next to
someone to hold you by the fire
someone to hold you tighter when the fire goes out
someone to snuggle up with under the covers
to show off to all of your friends
to be your best friend <3
until the very end <3
I know one day I will be lucky enough to have a husband of my own, but right now sadly I am single. I can’t wait to find my other half, I can share my everything, and he can share his, and despite how cruel the world can sometimes be, we will take on anything, together as one.
a husband, a best friend
there for you when your in need
the love of your life whom you have chosen to spend the rest of your life with
to have and to hold for now and forever
the person who can make you smile on a rainy day
the piece of the puzzle that makes you feel complete
the one strong enough to withstand the hard times and disagreements
a husband that i dream of but too young to realize the troubles of true love
a husband, a boyfriend, a best friend, a lost friend……..
One day my husband and I decided to take a stroll in the park, when all of a sudden this giant creature pops out of the bushes!! As frightened as we were, we asked the creature where he was from. He told us that he was from an alternate universe called Utopia. Utopia was inside of a black whole in a galaxy far far away. He wanted to show my husband and I where it was
someone to confide in and know they will provide a healthy and happy life for your family. A role that can only be filled by a man who is passionate about his life with his wife.
Hey wifey how are you today i’m bored what is this page about. Viva Lord Voldemort. I’m dead. Avada kedavra. Create large labels. AHAHAHAHA :) That’s funny i love it yeah yeah yeah i wanna be sedated. Na
My first husband was the one who started it all. Perhaps it was the way he treated me, but after he died on that trip to Santa Cruz, I found I couldn’t really deal with long term relationships. And now I have wound up in jail, without a wedding ring, and although I tell them I’m completely sane every day, they still don’t believe me.
i really wish i had a husband. Actually, I don’t think i could handle the responsibility. I think that sometimes I just want to be in a relationship. Why is that? Why don’t I just feel content by myself? I don’t think it’s healthy that I want someone else. I should be more independent and happy with who I am, not who I’m with. Also, I’m kind of too mean to be in a relationship.
My favorite word. I am unable to make anyone understand how excited I am to meet my future husband…to hold his hand…to share my every joy and sorrow with him…to grow old with him. I have waited all of my life for this man. God knows when I will be ready for him.So I will keep waiting. Please hurry up, my dear prince. :)
I want one. I’ll have one. Don’t know if he’ll be my prince charming. All I know is that I’ll be happy. No matter what happens. Life is incredibly unpredictable, yet you can make it what you want. So I guess that makes it incredibly predictable…
The man that you wait for. Who waits for you. The one you never saw coming. Your best friend who you can accept for their strange habits and quirks. The guy who loves the parts of your body you hate and accepts every bit of you. He’s out there. Patience.
The man who is going to be my best friend for the rest of my life. The one that I’ll be able to trust and know that he’ll be there for me. We’ll share stories at night when we can’t sleep. I’ll see his love for me in his eyes, in his smile, in his words, and laughter, and touch. I will forever love this man with all of my heart and be completely me when I’m with him.
Yes, he was standing there in the kitchen for all he was worth! My husband! The word…the thought very new to me. I wasn’t used to having “a husband” let alone try to live w/a whole new person in my life, all day, every day, week after week… I was scared and wondering, and there wasn’t a single person to turn to to ask “what do I do w/him?”….I guess all new brides have such a moment, don’t they? The moment when they ask themselves just what they’ve done?
Love. Unfaithful. don’t have one. Why. Trust. I don’t know. Shacked. Caged. Father. Hurt. History. Experience. Stupid. Lies. Marriages. Wife… Stupid. Truth worthy, maybe not. I don’t ever want a husband because he will break my heart. Chris.
I wish I had one. It’s stability and love and everything that I don’t have, but everything that I want. Yet at the same time, I don’t want one due to all the governmental paperwork and processing and all the bullshit in case something happens. I want one in theory and physically, but not written on paperwork. I suppose it represents love to me, so I want that. Love.
I’ve never seen myself as a husband, I don’t know how to love purely enough for somebody to believe in my emotions. Instead, I’d rather be cold – distant, that way no body could get hurt. But I suppose that to be eternally entwined with somebody is a beautiful thing that many people crave, like an obese child craving more cake. To want to hold onto somebody forever is pure gluttony, so I don’t want to be that selfish.
he was my husband. but as i looked out of the pane glass windows of our perfect victorian home there was something heavy in my heart; a burden i just couldn’t seem to place or shift. it was slowly choking me. and then it hit me, like a lorry on a busy new york motorway. how had i been so blinded; like the rain hitting the window my vision had been clouded by denial. simple denial. he had done what i never expected him to do and now i was lost.
“Why do you do this?” she whispered, voice full of heartbreak and pain. “Because I love you,” her husband replied, bringing the knife down with a strong, solid stroke. “There are too many out there that will hurt you. Too many that wish you harm. You are mine. I must protect you.” “But this is not protection,” she wailed. “This is butchery! This is barbaric. This is me holding my heart out to be devoured by the storm!”
The wives hushed and banned their housebound husbands .
My husband and I were going out. Not to a night club, or a bar. To a restaurant. A restaurant. Which is nice and all but why do I get the feeling he’s done something wrong and is trying to make himself feel less guilty?
My future husband will be Logan Hartley. He’s the only person I’ve ever truly loved, and will ever truly love. He’s the man of my dreams, my ying to my yang. He balances and completes me. He’s my everything, my world. I love him.
“i’m not looking for a husband,” she stated flatly, crossing her arms and staring at him with a deadpan expression. he shrugged. “cool. i’m not looking for a wife.” they stared at each other in a silence that was neither awkward nor comfortable, her high heels tapping away at the cold linoleum, his hands stuffed snugly into the pockets of his slacks. “ah, screw this,” she muttered, yanking him by the tie into the nearest closet. he grinned. “there’s my wifey.”
I walked into the room to see him lying on the floor. Motionless. It was over now. He couldn’t hurt me anymore. I was safe now, and our kids, MY kids, were safe now.
He was my husband. Or at least, that’s what he was supposed to be. He never really filled the role. See, being a husband implies you love your wife. You promise to stay by her side, till death do you part. He never did that for me. He was gone more than he was home, and if he ever did come back dinner would be cold. Lipstick would be smudged on his neck, and perfume scented his clothes. Barely six months into our marriage, and I realized I made the biggest mistake of my life. He wasn’t my husband. He was hers.
She trusted her husband, though little did she know, his true love was nature, and the beauty of the natural world; not their clean and proper home in suburbia.
my mom has a husband and he is my dad he is a very nice husband to her and i love him because of that he is a husband he wanted to be a husband so yeah why am i writing about husbands oh yeah and i will have a husband one day
Who will it be? How long will it last? I always ask these questions. Left alone in the dark? Brought to the light? Will I be alone even with him? Will I really be complete. Will the cup become empty after time? What will it become?
He came home from work,
took his trench coat off,
glistening from the late night storm,
while flashes of light
startled the cat
as she ran upstairs.
His hat was soaked as well.
He stood in the doorway
and waited for someone to say hello.
But he knew there was no one.
He misses her on rainy days.
I’ve never wanted a husband. I want to have six husbands. I need to get divorced more times than Marilyn Monroe. I should start getting married now. My husband would cheat on me, and I would cheat on him. I wonder if my current lover made a good husband in his marriage. I somehow doubt that he did.
As her husband looked at her, she could not help feeling in her own mind, have I succeeded? I don’t feel so. I feel like I have only done what anyone expected of me and what I expected of myself. But succeed? Was this hollow feeling succeed? What did succeeding mean?
Someday I want a husband who will always stand beside me. I want someone to love me completely and without boundaries. I want someone who I am not afraid to be me around and someone I can trust with every thing… but for now, I have you.
Husband? I wonder who I’ll marry. I think I’m still having feelings for my ex, Ryan. He’s my bestfriend and I’d hate to mess it up, but I can’t help it. I still find my stomach flipping when he texts me or talks to me or hugs me. I find myself drawn to him. It’s been a year.
The best thing about my husband is that he lives somewhere else. I love waking up in the morning only to realize he is not there. Life will only be sweeter when I am no longer married to the 35 year old manchild.
It’s a choice. A woman’s choice. I’m not sure why anybody would want one– from what I’ve seen outside movies, once a girl calls a boy her “husband” he devolves into a less compassionate, less loving version of himself. But that’s just cynical me talking. Typing. Yeah.
I wanted to conserve what I was–who I had become. I didn’t want to sub-come to my past. I didn’t want to long for the parties I knew I never had fun at. I didn’t want to miss having someone’s arm to hold onto. I didn’t want to desire being the person I was a year ago. And for the most part, I didn’t. I just had to keep holding onto that.
I love my husband so much, he can be different some times but he’s seriously the only man for me regardless and I get mad because he’s so perfect for me, even when he’s a bit lacking, I trueky think God gave him to me and for that I’m so incredibly blessed <3 he's is the sexiest soldier I've ever meet and he was well worth the wait, I believe we went through He'll to get to were we are now and there's no were but up anymore, so that puts us in a good place , I wish that he would be more loving but he's the best ever, seriously he is, I can't wait till were married for 99 years hahaha, I meet him when I was so young :) it adds to the excitement and I can't wait to give him children. Think thell be super cute and I'm gonna try my very best to bring them up as best as I possibly can because I think we are the best parents already and u already helped raise my baby nephew even thoughts hard I believe I can do it, with the help of my lovely husband
I would love to cash in on my husband’s life insurance policy.
Someone to love
someone to wake up next to
someone to hold you by the fire
someone to hold you tighter when the fire goes out
someone to snuggle up with under the covers
to show off to all of your friends
to be your best friend <3
until the very end <3
“He and I were supposed to be married on my 18th birthday,” Lia told her friends. “I don’t understand why they are doing this in his name.”
“He is not a husband you want,” Kirock said. “Rumors are the Prince is a cruel man hiding behind a handsome face.”
I know one day I will be lucky enough to have a husband of my own, but right now sadly I am single. I can’t wait to find my other half, I can share my everything, and he can share his, and despite how cruel the world can sometimes be, we will take on anything, together as one.
you met out
ther-e &mine
rose in between
a husband, a best friend
there for you when your in need
the love of your life whom you have chosen to spend the rest of your life with
to have and to hold for now and forever
the person who can make you smile on a rainy day
the piece of the puzzle that makes you feel complete
the one strong enough to withstand the hard times and disagreements
a husband that i dream of but too young to realize the troubles of true love
a husband, a boyfriend, a best friend, a lost friend……..
One day my husband and I decided to take a stroll in the park, when all of a sudden this giant creature pops out of the bushes!! As frightened as we were, we asked the creature where he was from. He told us that he was from an alternate universe called Utopia. Utopia was inside of a black whole in a galaxy far far away. He wanted to show my husband and I where it was
someone to confide in and know they will provide a healthy and happy life for your family. A role that can only be filled by a man who is passionate about his life with his wife.
Hey wifey how are you today i’m bored what is this page about. Viva Lord Voldemort. I’m dead. Avada kedavra. Create large labels. AHAHAHAHA :) That’s funny i love it yeah yeah yeah i wanna be sedated. Na
My first husband was the one who started it all. Perhaps it was the way he treated me, but after he died on that trip to Santa Cruz, I found I couldn’t really deal with long term relationships. And now I have wound up in jail, without a wedding ring, and although I tell them I’m completely sane every day, they still don’t believe me.
i really wish i had a husband. Actually, I don’t think i could handle the responsibility. I think that sometimes I just want to be in a relationship. Why is that? Why don’t I just feel content by myself? I don’t think it’s healthy that I want someone else. I should be more independent and happy with who I am, not who I’m with. Also, I’m kind of too mean to be in a relationship.
My favorite word. I am unable to make anyone understand how excited I am to meet my future husband…to hold his hand…to share my every joy and sorrow with him…to grow old with him. I have waited all of my life for this man. God knows when I will be ready for him.So I will keep waiting. Please hurry up, my dear prince. :)
I want one. I’ll have one. Don’t know if he’ll be my prince charming. All I know is that I’ll be happy. No matter what happens. Life is incredibly unpredictable, yet you can make it what you want. So I guess that makes it incredibly predictable…
This word puts the fear of god into me. It’s something I hope I’ll never be. Unless I’m rich or wealthy.
The man that you wait for. Who waits for you. The one you never saw coming. Your best friend who you can accept for their strange habits and quirks. The guy who loves the parts of your body you hate and accepts every bit of you. He’s out there. Patience.
The man who is going to be my best friend for the rest of my life. The one that I’ll be able to trust and know that he’ll be there for me. We’ll share stories at night when we can’t sleep. I’ll see his love for me in his eyes, in his smile, in his words, and laughter, and touch. I will forever love this man with all of my heart and be completely me when I’m with him.
Yes, he was standing there in the kitchen for all he was worth! My husband! The word…the thought very new to me. I wasn’t used to having “a husband” let alone try to live w/a whole new person in my life, all day, every day, week after week… I was scared and wondering, and there wasn’t a single person to turn to to ask “what do I do w/him?”….I guess all new brides have such a moment, don’t they? The moment when they ask themselves just what they’ve done?
Love. Unfaithful. don’t have one. Why. Trust. I don’t know. Shacked. Caged. Father. Hurt. History. Experience. Stupid. Lies. Marriages. Wife… Stupid. Truth worthy, maybe not. I don’t ever want a husband because he will break my heart. Chris.
I wish I had one. It’s stability and love and everything that I don’t have, but everything that I want. Yet at the same time, I don’t want one due to all the governmental paperwork and processing and all the bullshit in case something happens. I want one in theory and physically, but not written on paperwork. I suppose it represents love to me, so I want that. Love.
I’ve never seen myself as a husband, I don’t know how to love purely enough for somebody to believe in my emotions. Instead, I’d rather be cold – distant, that way no body could get hurt. But I suppose that to be eternally entwined with somebody is a beautiful thing that many people crave, like an obese child craving more cake. To want to hold onto somebody forever is pure gluttony, so I don’t want to be that selfish.
he was my husband. but as i looked out of the pane glass windows of our perfect victorian home there was something heavy in my heart; a burden i just couldn’t seem to place or shift. it was slowly choking me. and then it hit me, like a lorry on a busy new york motorway. how had i been so blinded; like the rain hitting the window my vision had been clouded by denial. simple denial. he had done what i never expected him to do and now i was lost.