they are men that are married to woman and have promised to love each other for the rest of your ;ife!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! they should treat me like a princess.
i love my future husband. He’s the most amazing man I’ve ever met. We have 3 weeks until our child is born. He helped make her. that makes him one of the most important people in my life. I know i truly love him, because the thought of his heart breakinng breaks mine.
Ah they told me, they told me,
That he would save me, free me,
And take me away,
This happily ever after,
Would be for me,
A husband and his bride,
All meant to be,
Yet, now I know,
That such things would never be true,
And that I could so better,
Oh so much better,
Alone, all alone.
I wish that I could marry someone that’s kind, that knows me, and that loves me.
But will I love him? I can’t know that because I don’t know anything about love, or who I will love. It seems as though I am unlovable, without a heart for another to hold. Or am I incapable of the action of loving? Help me. </3
he was someone i could love no matter what. someone i could see and i knew he would see me in return. he was someone i knew would wait for me while i took an hour to do my hair and make up. someone i loved. someone who is gone. he was my husband.
I wish that I could marry someone that’s kind, that knows me, and that loves me.
But will I love him? I can’t know that because I don’t know anything about love, or who I will love. It seems as though I am unlovable, without a heart for another to hold. Or am I incapable of the action of loving? Help me. </3
She was his, and he was hers, and they settled in the tired routine called life, comfortable with their place in the world. And as the years flew from under their feet, and youth was buried under soft, wrinkly skin, like a waistband that’s lost its elastic, they were there for each other, for what they had was not passion, strong, like a river’s current, but fondness, like a meandering stream, calmer, full of life, a fondness that humans denote as love. And their life together was fulfilling; their story long and happy, they had each other, and love.
I have met someone with pale, kind eyes. Someone who I hope, I hope…I don’t have the courage to say what I am feeling right now. I can only be grateful of who he is, and that I met someone like him.
My husband is not a man,
or for that matter, a wife.
In fact, I don’t even know what my husband is.
He’s the rain and the trees
She’s the smile on my best friend’s face
It’s the acceptance I have when I get the feeling
That, as much as I try to convince myself otherwise,
Seventeen years. Seventeen long, hard, faithful years, of handing over his pay packt every Friday, of putting out bins and putting down toilet seats, of never complaining, and keeping his “bloody cold hands” to himself. What does she do for this man, this World’s Most Faithful Husband? A Valentine card and a box of Maltesers once a year.
Era su marido. Me quedé parado en el marco de la puerta y vi como sacaba un pañuelo y lo empapaba con sus lágrimas negras por el maquillaje. Hizo sonar estrudiosamente el pañuelo en su nariz y me miró . No dijo nada pero a la vez lo dijo todo. Sentí como un puñal en mi corazón, no tenia sentido lo que había hecho, pero ya estaba hecho.
I call people my husband who I will never marry. This makes it even sadder when things don’t work out. I currently have 5 husbands. I should stop doing that. Boys.
She knew she loved her husband. She told him every day how much. But sometimes she wondered if she would have been better off alone, like her own mother had been.
I want one. I want Riley, I think he’d make a fabulous husband. He’s so kind and generous and caring and nobody knows me as well as he does. I want to call him my husband as much as I want him to call me his wife. I love him with all my heart and soul, and when I pray at night I pray that God will protect him before he protects me because I would rather die than live without him. I love him so incredibly much.
Someone who is always going to be there for you, someone who is faithful and kind, someone who will love you no matter what. He will be right next to you through everything. He’s the guy that every woman wants at the end of the day. He’s perfect.
i will never have a husband. i will never depend on a man to support me or even have one help support my lifestyle. i never want a husband like my grandmas husband. i never want a husband who would die like my father did. i never want a husband like my moms new husband. i will spend my life alone and thats alright with me.
i’m never marrying. Ever. Marrying is for women with no lives or aspirations. Women who don’t even think. Not women like me. Women with dreams and hopes and lives of their own. Their own mortgage and car. Then he came. He changed everything, didn’t he? Now it’s his mortgage.
He is so wonderful. He’s my bestfriend! I can’t imagine my life without him! I am so blessed to have such a wonderful man in my life. There is no one I would rather the father of my children to be! We’ve had ups and downs but he is always there for me! Almost 16 years we have been together. I am greatful for his loyalty and faithfulness. He is a wonderful povider and helpmate. So thankful for my wonderful husband. I love him! c:
kiss my cheek, hold my hand, argue with me over furniture. i want our children to remind me of you, to have you hidden in the crevices of their mind. i want us to have telepathy. our own secret language. a way to communicate with our eyes. our hands. i want your hugs to be my home. your heart to be my hearth. i want you as mine, in every essence of the word. i want us to fight and hate and love and take comfort and just live.
My husband likes to lick my pie and then he eyes me and spits at me holding my scream of delight in his ear and when he’s near the moment he screams too! Hold Hold Hold that thought and keep me going till the pot is hot and then we’ll see the winning one and then we’ll win the whole damn sun
My husband is brown, soft, and cuddly. I used to spend many nights with my husband in bed, usually curled up in its arms. Of course, my husband is a pillow, not a person. I’ve since lost my husband, leaving it in my parents’ safekeeping.
“I dont like onion, for the one thousandth time.” snapped Rivers husband, Phillip.
“Well, I dont really care, for the one thousandth time.” River said sarcastically. “The onion is in the sandwich, whether you like it or not.”
She laughed at the very thought. A husband, eh? She’d rather dip her fingers in hot oil. No way was she tying herself down with some controlling lowlife, especially not one who had no respect for feminine superiority! The nerve of her family, even asking her to consider such a ridiculous notion.
In wish Keith was my husband. I think that we could have that marriage I always dreamed of having. I can see the two of us standing side by side. I qouold like to have a small wedding, perhaps just a justice of peace.
Fake Greek mythology is used to justify sappy beliefs. How I hate them all. A band, of hus? Say what? Oh well, whatever you’re talking about, I’m not interested.
i don’t have a husband because i am young. i enjoy my freedom and cherish it daily. although someday i have hopes and dreams of having a husband and kids of my own. i will be truly happy. but until then, i’m living my life young, wild, and free.
someday. love of my life. handsome. helpful,. caring. temple marriage. time and all eternity. father. my dad is a great example. wedding. i wonder who? I wonder when…
and there comes a time where I question whether or not it would be worth my time to pursue a life of searching for love, searching for a man to make my husband… or whether it would be a life more meaningful; a life of self discovery.
My mom’s husband is my dad. My dad’s dad is my grandfather. My grandfather’s wife is my grandmother who I call Oma. My grandmother’s mom is my great-grandmother. My great-grandmother’s husband is my great-grandfather.
The man
who makes your life
complete,
and sometimes
a living hell.
wife
man
hot
beard
purple
firefighter
sexy
ring
dad
love
house
home
kids
love
male
marriage
white dress
they are men that are married to woman and have promised to love each other for the rest of your ;ife!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! they should treat me like a princess.
i love my future husband. He’s the most amazing man I’ve ever met. We have 3 weeks until our child is born. He helped make her. that makes him one of the most important people in my life. I know i truly love him, because the thought of his heart breakinng breaks mine.
they are men that are married to woman and have promised to love e
a band of trombone players
a cacophony of sounds
a heartbeat
Ah they told me, they told me,
That he would save me, free me,
And take me away,
This happily ever after,
Would be for me,
A husband and his bride,
All meant to be,
Yet, now I know,
That such things would never be true,
And that I could so better,
Oh so much better,
Alone, all alone.
I wish that I could marry someone that’s kind, that knows me, and that loves me.
But will I love him? I can’t know that because I don’t know anything about love, or who I will love. It seems as though I am unlovable, without a heart for another to hold. Or am I incapable of the action of loving? Help me. </3
you promised me a home, with a child and a dog.
boulder, colorado.
you promised that you would love me,
take care of me and provide for me.
you forgot about me, and how much i loved you.
you forgot about us.
I want my future husband to be a man after Gods own heart, and mine also.
he was someone i could love no matter what. someone i could see and i knew he would see me in return. he was someone i knew would wait for me while i took an hour to do my hair and make up. someone i loved. someone who is gone. he was my husband.
I wish that I could marry someone that’s kind, that knows me, and that loves me.
But will I love him? I can’t know that because I don’t know anything about love, or who I will love. It seems as though I am unlovable, without a heart for another to hold. Or am I incapable of the action of loving? Help me. </3
She was his, and he was hers, and they settled in the tired routine called life, comfortable with their place in the world. And as the years flew from under their feet, and youth was buried under soft, wrinkly skin, like a waistband that’s lost its elastic, they were there for each other, for what they had was not passion, strong, like a river’s current, but fondness, like a meandering stream, calmer, full of life, a fondness that humans denote as love. And their life together was fulfilling; their story long and happy, they had each other, and love.
I have met someone with pale, kind eyes. Someone who I hope, I hope…I don’t have the courage to say what I am feeling right now. I can only be grateful of who he is, and that I met someone like him.
My husband is not a man,
or for that matter, a wife.
In fact, I don’t even know what my husband is.
He’s the rain and the trees
She’s the smile on my best friend’s face
It’s the acceptance I have when I get the feeling
That, as much as I try to convince myself otherwise,
Someone does care.
Seventeen years. Seventeen long, hard, faithful years, of handing over his pay packt every Friday, of putting out bins and putting down toilet seats, of never complaining, and keeping his “bloody cold hands” to himself. What does she do for this man, this World’s Most Faithful Husband? A Valentine card and a box of Maltesers once a year.
It’ll be a lonely old age.
A dude who lovingly cares for his wife, doesn’t cheat on her, and fulfills her every wish.
Era su marido. Me quedé parado en el marco de la puerta y vi como sacaba un pañuelo y lo empapaba con sus lágrimas negras por el maquillaje. Hizo sonar estrudiosamente el pañuelo en su nariz y me miró . No dijo nada pero a la vez lo dijo todo. Sentí como un puñal en mi corazón, no tenia sentido lo que había hecho, pero ya estaba hecho.
marriage is a good thing. a husband wears a ring he works and makes money. husband takes kids to the park. a husband is a man. weddings are fun.
I call people my husband who I will never marry. This makes it even sadder when things don’t work out. I currently have 5 husbands. I should stop doing that. Boys.
She knew she loved her husband. She told him every day how much. But sometimes she wondered if she would have been better off alone, like her own mother had been.
I want one. I want Riley, I think he’d make a fabulous husband. He’s so kind and generous and caring and nobody knows me as well as he does. I want to call him my husband as much as I want him to call me his wife. I love him with all my heart and soul, and when I pray at night I pray that God will protect him before he protects me because I would rather die than live without him. I love him so incredibly much.
Someone who is always going to be there for you, someone who is faithful and kind, someone who will love you no matter what. He will be right next to you through everything. He’s the guy that every woman wants at the end of the day. He’s perfect.
i will never have a husband. i will never depend on a man to support me or even have one help support my lifestyle. i never want a husband like my grandmas husband. i never want a husband who would die like my father did. i never want a husband like my moms new husband. i will spend my life alone and thats alright with me.
i’m never marrying. Ever. Marrying is for women with no lives or aspirations. Women who don’t even think. Not women like me. Women with dreams and hopes and lives of their own. Their own mortgage and car. Then he came. He changed everything, didn’t he? Now it’s his mortgage.
a husband is a man of good character. they are beautiful inside and out. i want their bod. amen!
He is so wonderful. He’s my bestfriend! I can’t imagine my life without him! I am so blessed to have such a wonderful man in my life. There is no one I would rather the father of my children to be! We’ve had ups and downs but he is always there for me! Almost 16 years we have been together. I am greatful for his loyalty and faithfulness. He is a wonderful povider and helpmate. So thankful for my wonderful husband. I love him! c:
kiss my cheek, hold my hand, argue with me over furniture. i want our children to remind me of you, to have you hidden in the crevices of their mind. i want us to have telepathy. our own secret language. a way to communicate with our eyes. our hands. i want your hugs to be my home. your heart to be my hearth. i want you as mine, in every essence of the word. i want us to fight and hate and love and take comfort and just live.
My husband likes to lick my pie and then he eyes me and spits at me holding my scream of delight in his ear and when he’s near the moment he screams too! Hold Hold Hold that thought and keep me going till the pot is hot and then we’ll see the winning one and then we’ll win the whole damn sun
husband–is this defined by a legal status, or a spiritual connection? if it’s latter–i think many people would feel happy.
My husband is brown, soft, and cuddly. I used to spend many nights with my husband in bed, usually curled up in its arms. Of course, my husband is a pillow, not a person. I’ve since lost my husband, leaving it in my parents’ safekeeping.
“I dont like onion, for the one thousandth time.” snapped Rivers husband, Phillip.
“Well, I dont really care, for the one thousandth time.” River said sarcastically. “The onion is in the sandwich, whether you like it or not.”
She laughed at the very thought. A husband, eh? She’d rather dip her fingers in hot oil. No way was she tying herself down with some controlling lowlife, especially not one who had no respect for feminine superiority! The nerve of her family, even asking her to consider such a ridiculous notion.
In wish Keith was my husband. I think that we could have that marriage I always dreamed of having. I can see the two of us standing side by side. I qouold like to have a small wedding, perhaps just a justice of peace.
Fake Greek mythology is used to justify sappy beliefs. How I hate them all. A band, of hus? Say what? Oh well, whatever you’re talking about, I’m not interested.
i don’t have a husband because i am young. i enjoy my freedom and cherish it daily. although someday i have hopes and dreams of having a husband and kids of my own. i will be truly happy. but until then, i’m living my life young, wild, and free.
someday. love of my life. handsome. helpful,. caring. temple marriage. time and all eternity. father. my dad is a great example. wedding. i wonder who? I wonder when…
strong. relying. hard working. partner. together.
and there comes a time where I question whether or not it would be worth my time to pursue a life of searching for love, searching for a man to make my husband… or whether it would be a life more meaningful; a life of self discovery.
My mom’s husband is my dad. My dad’s dad is my grandfather. My grandfather’s wife is my grandmother who I call Oma. My grandmother’s mom is my great-grandmother. My great-grandmother’s husband is my great-grandfather.