I already decided I was going to write about how I’m not wearing pants right now. Just sitting here on the chair in my underwear. Best feeling in the world. I don’t think I will ever get a husband at this rate. Not that I want one. They’re pretty gross. I like my dad, but I don’t see why my mom would ever have wanted to marry him. I think I will grow up to be the Lone Ranger.
She wasn’t sure if she could call him that anymore – I mean, why isn’t there a label when there’s a separation? Divorces get ex-husband. Standard gets husband. So what is there now: sepera-husband? It seemed unfair.
Which is pretty much what life felt like as a separated couple. No halves, but no wholes, either.
Like every young women, I also dream of having a loving and caring husband. Someone who will stick with me through thick and thin. I think I finally found my future husband, I just hope we will last until time comes.
This is something that I think about constantly. Who am I going to marry? Who will be my life partner. I want a good husband. One who will settle down with me and love me for who I am. A man who will have children with me, and grow old with me. I want a husband. Not now.. obviously, but later on in life. At least in my early 20’s. That’s all I want. A good good husband.
El esposo de Amelia Gómez-Stryker desapareció un martes por la noche. Salió de su casa asustado, después de pasar casi media hora encerrado en su estudio, hablando por teléfono. Amelia no se preocupó al principio, pues las ausencias de su esposo eran habituales.
I’m not entirely sure if I’ll ever be married. Of course I hope that I will be, but I feel like I won’t be able to commit or he just won’t be right and that the only ones I love will live in far away places, and…
Maybe I’ll just get a cat.
A husband. Funny thing is, I never considered it that way. I always thought I’d be chosen and then married, but it’s so different when you think “this is my husband.” It seems like it’s too formal of a word, or too sentimental. Because this isn’t about love, and in the old stories you married because of love. So maybe husband isn’t the right term for Porter, but if it isn’t, then I don’t know what is.
I want to find the one who will love me for who I am. I want that special person who’s perfect for me and I’m prefect for him. Once I find this man I will never let him go, and he will be my husband.
He meets the love of his life in high school, and the strange thing is that he knows it immediately. He looks into the future and sees it all. He sees the awkward first dates, the clumsy first kisses. He sees the gradual process of learning to be an entity rather than two individuals, slow and delicate as the opening of a blossom. He sees them graduate and attend separate universities in the same city. He sees their cramped apartment in New York City, with its one room and barely enough space for a queen bed (they’ll sleep practically on top of each other every night and wake up too warm every morning). He sees them fight, and make up, and exchange a ‘good morning’ and ‘goodnight’ and an ‘i love you’ each day. He sees himself waking up to a fringe of dark hair on his pillow and another person’s warm breath against his collar. He sees himself slipping a wedding band on a hand that is not his, and then kissing it.
It is the simplest of love stories, and it is the most beautiful thing he could have asked for.
One day, he will look into these very eyes and be able to call this man his husband. For right now, though, he shuts his locker, and turns to the unfamiliar boy standing at the neighboring one, and says: “Hello.”
My father was a rotten husband to my mother. Not because he didn’t love her – he loved her about as much as anyone can love anyone, I think – but because he didn’t know how to love her the right way. I think they would’ve made the best friends in the world if they’d had the chance to step back from all the relationship stuff. But then, I’d never have been born. And that would’ve been a shame, really. Interesting the way things work.
not gonna have one. i bet he should be cute.. men cant be trusted. one day hopefully ill be lucky enough but who know.. most likely now.. it be nice to have sex all the time though. are they afforadabale? and can we share?
The husband is the half of the marriage that is the hairier of the two parties. Also, the husband is the party least likely to do the dishes, in many sad cases. Husbandry is also is the art of raising animals. Draw your own conclusions.
ive always wanted to be a good husband, only because good husbands make good fathers, right? it seems to go hand in hand…it certainly couldnt hurt. Not that I couldn’t be a father without being a husband, but I would like the help. I do desire a companion, but for some reason a heritage is just as important.
loyal. i love this man. he’s given me everything that i have ever worked for in my life. i would not be who i am without him. my husband. the love of my life.
My husband laughed at me, he gently kneaded the bread in the kitchen, and looked at me only in brief glances, he was the cook, not me. I loved to watch him bake though, maybe because it was something that I had always wanted to do, maybe it was because I loved the way his hands moved and the glint of the wedding ring on his finer
How a word means so strong.
So much commitment
and so much more.
How does it mean so much less?
So much of word that I regret
so much I want to bleed dry
with the last thing I ever want to do.
Or maybe, it’s because
I don’t think I could stand to do anyone’s laundry.
Or maybe,
I think of every women dying to be more
than the mainline mom
sipping appletinis
wearing her husbands suitjacket in the cold.
…She was speechless, she couldn’t say it in front of her parents. She just hold her partner’s hand tightly and smiled bitterly in front of them,
“Mom, dad, I don’t need a husband… Just–“
she had a husband she buried with a rose. the casket covered, the plants have grown. his body decays while her hand lifts praise, in the church they were made.
her husband wished he had a new Harley to ride as he left his home for the last time. His 97 Dodge Ram would have to do.
It had been a long time coming. The signs of her infidelity were there for months, perhaps years. He had just chosen to not recognize them. Until that week, that day, that minute.
One I wish to have one day. Who loves and cherishes me no matter what. One that loves the Lord more than me, but me more than anything else besides that. Who values my opinion. One I can’t imagine living without. Who I can raise a family and we can be happy for eternity.
What? I don’t know. I was thinking I’ve always wanted to be a husband. Then I thought about how there’s this show called Husbands. It was pretty funny, even if it had awkward moments. Kissing is always awkward when you’re not a part of it. Not that I wanted to be a part of their kissing, it was just awkward. I think being a husband would be an awesome job, one day.
Will I ever have one? Is it something I need? Why does a girl feel like they need a man to be happy? Why does a man feel like they need a girl? Why is a girl called a slut for wanting what men are expected to want?
One day I dream of having a wonderful husband who will take care of me just as much as I take care of him. You know the show Friday Night Lights? I want a relationship like that. I want a relationship that is full of love, dedication, and passion. I want my husband to look at me every morning and think how lucky he is to be married to me. And I want to think the exact same thing about him.
Upstairs, asleep. Probably snoring. He’s been so tired lately – working so hard becuase I’m out of work and the money is necessary. He’s so worried, and I try to play it off.. but I know he’s upset by it, so I hide. I stay downstairs, I let him sleep. Knwoing that he doesn’t sleep as well without me there? Only more guilt.
The big questions. Is married better? Will it work if it’s legal? Are you happy just as you are without the piece of paper? Does the cermony lend it gravitas? Or does it set it up for high expectations and failure? Does third time lucky count for anything? If not a husband, what do you call him? Mightaswellbe, defacto, partner, better half, other half, livein, lover, boyfriend?
man yelling at his wife womanizer men can’t be trusted only a few men can be trusted the men in life are not model people they drink they feel like they’re God’s gift to women whicis is disgusting
My husband. I don’t have a husband yet. Its kind of a loaded word. There are mean husbands. There are indifferent husbands. There are loving husbands. There are cheating husbands. How will I know which kind mine is? I hope I’ll love him forever, and he’ll love me forever too.
It was then they kissed. The man pressed his lips to hers and, after a hesitant moment, the woman returned and deepened the kiss, her lips sliding open.
i want one someday. do you think i’ll ever have one? not quite sure myself. But i think about it a lot these days…i just couldn’t stand to be alone forever. as the line at the bottom of the screen creeps along saying my time is coming to a close, i can’t help but feel this way about my life, and my search for the man i will spend it with. i hope he just finds me…that would be nice.
I am a man of my word love i have stuck with you since 7th grade we haven’t been the best of couples and if you really want me to be your husband just tell me and i will be.
The one person that I can ever trust. My love. My everything. But most importantly, my best friend. He will always be there for me, not matter what. It isn’t just romance between us. He is my guardian. He will listen to me and not judge me for my thoughts. All I know is that he is my entire world. He will be there to protect me. And sometimes we may fight and have bad times, but we will always come out stronger.
I already decided I was going to write about how I’m not wearing pants right now. Just sitting here on the chair in my underwear. Best feeling in the world. I don’t think I will ever get a husband at this rate. Not that I want one. They’re pretty gross. I like my dad, but I don’t see why my mom would ever have wanted to marry him. I think I will grow up to be the Lone Ranger.
She wasn’t sure if she could call him that anymore – I mean, why isn’t there a label when there’s a separation? Divorces get ex-husband. Standard gets husband. So what is there now: sepera-husband? It seemed unfair.
Which is pretty much what life felt like as a separated couple. No halves, but no wholes, either.
Where is my husband? I have no clue. LOL He always takes off like this … just absolutely disappears. Then he’s back.
Like every young women, I also dream of having a loving and caring husband. Someone who will stick with me through thick and thin. I think I finally found my future husband, I just hope we will last until time comes.
Everyone wants one, no-one seems able to find one. Maybe it’s just my age, but it seems like everyone around me are either not satisfied or settling.
I prefer books. They never let you down, and you’ll always find what you’d expect. No surprizes
This is something that I think about constantly. Who am I going to marry? Who will be my life partner. I want a good husband. One who will settle down with me and love me for who I am. A man who will have children with me, and grow old with me. I want a husband. Not now.. obviously, but later on in life. At least in my early 20’s. That’s all I want. A good good husband.
El esposo de Amelia Gómez-Stryker desapareció un martes por la noche. Salió de su casa asustado, después de pasar casi media hora encerrado en su estudio, hablando por teléfono. Amelia no se preocupó al principio, pues las ausencias de su esposo eran habituales.
I’m not entirely sure if I’ll ever be married. Of course I hope that I will be, but I feel like I won’t be able to commit or he just won’t be right and that the only ones I love will live in far away places, and…
Maybe I’ll just get a cat.
A husband. Funny thing is, I never considered it that way. I always thought I’d be chosen and then married, but it’s so different when you think “this is my husband.” It seems like it’s too formal of a word, or too sentimental. Because this isn’t about love, and in the old stories you married because of love. So maybe husband isn’t the right term for Porter, but if it isn’t, then I don’t know what is.
I want to find the one who will love me for who I am. I want that special person who’s perfect for me and I’m prefect for him. Once I find this man I will never let him go, and he will be my husband.
He meets the love of his life in high school, and the strange thing is that he knows it immediately. He looks into the future and sees it all. He sees the awkward first dates, the clumsy first kisses. He sees the gradual process of learning to be an entity rather than two individuals, slow and delicate as the opening of a blossom. He sees them graduate and attend separate universities in the same city. He sees their cramped apartment in New York City, with its one room and barely enough space for a queen bed (they’ll sleep practically on top of each other every night and wake up too warm every morning). He sees them fight, and make up, and exchange a ‘good morning’ and ‘goodnight’ and an ‘i love you’ each day. He sees himself waking up to a fringe of dark hair on his pillow and another person’s warm breath against his collar. He sees himself slipping a wedding band on a hand that is not his, and then kissing it.
It is the simplest of love stories, and it is the most beautiful thing he could have asked for.
One day, he will look into these very eyes and be able to call this man his husband. For right now, though, he shuts his locker, and turns to the unfamiliar boy standing at the neighboring one, and says: “Hello.”
My father was a rotten husband to my mother. Not because he didn’t love her – he loved her about as much as anyone can love anyone, I think – but because he didn’t know how to love her the right way. I think they would’ve made the best friends in the world if they’d had the chance to step back from all the relationship stuff. But then, I’d never have been born. And that would’ve been a shame, really. Interesting the way things work.
not gonna have one. i bet he should be cute.. men cant be trusted. one day hopefully ill be lucky enough but who know.. most likely now.. it be nice to have sex all the time though. are they afforadabale? and can we share?
The husband is the half of the marriage that is the hairier of the two parties. Also, the husband is the party least likely to do the dishes, in many sad cases. Husbandry is also is the art of raising animals. Draw your own conclusions.
ive always wanted to be a good husband, only because good husbands make good fathers, right? it seems to go hand in hand…it certainly couldnt hurt. Not that I couldn’t be a father without being a husband, but I would like the help. I do desire a companion, but for some reason a heritage is just as important.
Will not be like me in any way, shape, form, or alcoholism.
GGGGLLLLLLTLLTTTTTLLTLTLTTTLTLTTTTT
is the sound Chewbacca makes to his mate…
who is not a female.
Chewbacca is GAY
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH
UHHHHUUUUHHHUHHHUUHHHHHH
OHHHH YEAAAAHAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA
YES YES YES YES
OHHHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSS YES YES YES
OHHHOOOHHHH OH OH OH
OHHHHHH GOD YES…..i came
do not want way too messy ew.
I LOVE THIS MAN
FOREVER
MY HUSBAND
<3<3<3<3
also, he has a big cock….
the husband of my heart
rests not in a man
but in a gentle mist
from a quiet mountain
calling sweetly
“here, you will not be afraid.”
loyal. i love this man. he’s given me everything that i have ever worked for in my life. i would not be who i am without him. my husband. the love of my life.
My husband laughed at me, he gently kneaded the bread in the kitchen, and looked at me only in brief glances, he was the cook, not me. I loved to watch him bake though, maybe because it was something that I had always wanted to do, maybe it was because I loved the way his hands moved and the glint of the wedding ring on his finer
How a word means so strong.
So much commitment
and so much more.
How does it mean so much less?
So much of word that I regret
so much I want to bleed dry
with the last thing I ever want to do.
Or maybe, it’s because
I don’t think I could stand to do anyone’s laundry.
Or maybe,
I think of every women dying to be more
than the mainline mom
sipping appletinis
wearing her husbands suitjacket in the cold.
…She was speechless, she couldn’t say it in front of her parents. She just hold her partner’s hand tightly and smiled bitterly in front of them,
“Mom, dad, I don’t need a husband… Just–“
she had a husband she buried with a rose. the casket covered, the plants have grown. his body decays while her hand lifts praise, in the church they were made.
her husband wished he had a new Harley to ride as he left his home for the last time. His 97 Dodge Ram would have to do.
It had been a long time coming. The signs of her infidelity were there for months, perhaps years. He had just chosen to not recognize them. Until that week, that day, that minute.
One I wish to have one day. Who loves and cherishes me no matter what. One that loves the Lord more than me, but me more than anything else besides that. Who values my opinion. One I can’t imagine living without. Who I can raise a family and we can be happy for eternity.
What? I don’t know. I was thinking I’ve always wanted to be a husband. Then I thought about how there’s this show called Husbands. It was pretty funny, even if it had awkward moments. Kissing is always awkward when you’re not a part of it. Not that I wanted to be a part of their kissing, it was just awkward. I think being a husband would be an awesome job, one day.
Will I ever have one? Is it something I need? Why does a girl feel like they need a man to be happy? Why does a man feel like they need a girl? Why is a girl called a slut for wanting what men are expected to want?
One day I dream of having a wonderful husband who will take care of me just as much as I take care of him. You know the show Friday Night Lights? I want a relationship like that. I want a relationship that is full of love, dedication, and passion. I want my husband to look at me every morning and think how lucky he is to be married to me. And I want to think the exact same thing about him.
Upstairs, asleep. Probably snoring. He’s been so tired lately – working so hard becuase I’m out of work and the money is necessary. He’s so worried, and I try to play it off.. but I know he’s upset by it, so I hide. I stay downstairs, I let him sleep. Knwoing that he doesn’t sleep as well without me there? Only more guilt.
The big questions. Is married better? Will it work if it’s legal? Are you happy just as you are without the piece of paper? Does the cermony lend it gravitas? Or does it set it up for high expectations and failure? Does third time lucky count for anything? If not a husband, what do you call him? Mightaswellbe, defacto, partner, better half, other half, livein, lover, boyfriend?
man yelling at his wife womanizer men can’t be trusted only a few men can be trusted the men in life are not model people they drink they feel like they’re God’s gift to women whicis is disgusting
My husband. I don’t have a husband yet. Its kind of a loaded word. There are mean husbands. There are indifferent husbands. There are loving husbands. There are cheating husbands. How will I know which kind mine is? I hope I’ll love him forever, and he’ll love me forever too.
It was then they kissed. The man pressed his lips to hers and, after a hesitant moment, the woman returned and deepened the kiss, her lips sliding open.
i want one someday. do you think i’ll ever have one? not quite sure myself. But i think about it a lot these days…i just couldn’t stand to be alone forever. as the line at the bottom of the screen creeps along saying my time is coming to a close, i can’t help but feel this way about my life, and my search for the man i will spend it with. i hope he just finds me…that would be nice.
… not quite yet. but there is hope.
I am a man of my word love i have stuck with you since 7th grade we haven’t been the best of couples and if you really want me to be your husband just tell me and i will be.
The one person that I can ever trust. My love. My everything. But most importantly, my best friend. He will always be there for me, not matter what. It isn’t just romance between us. He is my guardian. He will listen to me and not judge me for my thoughts. All I know is that he is my entire world. He will be there to protect me. And sometimes we may fight and have bad times, but we will always come out stronger.