Monday, 21 December 2015

An Alternative Love Letter

Dear The Other Half

When we met 12 years ago I was in my 20s. I wore wonderbras. I knew what was in the Top 40. I went out. SOMETIMES ON A TUESDAY! Imagine that! On an actual Tuesday. We met in a nightclub. I can't really remember the last time we went to a nightclub. In fact? I can't remember the last time we went out to somewhere other than the cinema. Where I fell asleep. And pretended I really loved the plot of whatever X Men I reluctantly had agreed to go to.

We dated, we got married. We spent afternoons in lovely restaurants in the countryside. Saturday mornings were spent in bed watching DVDs and Friday nights we would have the odd cocktail. In fact I think we did? I don't quite remember. Because then we had kids. Our gorgeous, beautiful, crazy children. First the girl...then two years later the boy.


And things changed. Nights were no longer spent with a cosmopolitan in one hand and the other tightly in yours. Nights were spent sleepless. Days were spent washing tiny baby gros and holidays meant somewhere grubby with soft play and a kitchen. I changed. You changed. We changed. I became a moaner. You became the person that didn't put the washing on. We became parents.

So this little letter is to say that I still love you as much as the days of dancing around in nightclubs. I still love you as much as the time we went to Las Vegas. I still love you as much as the day I walked down the aisle. It's just that sometimes it's so bogged down by other things that you might find it hard to see. By nits, by playdates, by boilers breaking, by chicken pox, by arguments over whose turn it is to get up in the middle of the night. It's covered up with me shouting about stupid things and you arriving back home to a knackered grumpy woman that doesn't wear wonderbras anymore but probably should #boobsonknees


Despite my sometimes angry 'WHEN THE HELL ARE YOU COMING HOME' phone calls and whilst it doesn't always seem it, becoming parents has made us a better couple. Memories don't revolve around drunken antics but proud moments such as first steps, first days at school and those times I catch you swinging round both our kids with a huge smile on your face.

I can't promise that in the next year I won't row with you over who did the dishes last. Or get super cross when you leave it to me to do the packing. Again. I can pretty much guarantee there won't be home cooked meals most nights and I'm fairly sure that my legs may not be shaved from October to May. But I can promise you that I love you just as much as the first time I said it and I apologise in advance for sometimes being a bit of a mardy cow.

Love Me xxx

10 comments:

  1. I love this. Take it and minus 1 child and this is pretty much what I need to write to my hubby :-) also totes with you on the #boobsonknees -- so unfair!
    Happy anniversary xx

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    1. Ha ha ha! I know! They are just swinging around! x

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  2. This is lovely and I'm sure nearly all parents can relate, I know I certainly can! We're a lot grumpier than we used to be, but we're still together and we're still happy. That's not bad, eh? Anyone who says children don't change a marriage and claims they are still all romantic is clearly a liar.

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    1. I know! I think that if they are still romantic? They are amazing humans! x

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  3. Ah now this is what real love is made of. Sticking it out through thick and thin....and hairy legs/saggy boobs. Happy anniversary to you both. You were clearly made for each other. x x

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  4. I love this! hairy legs and saggy boobs is where its at these days for me too :) x

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    1. Ha ha ha! Aren't our other halves lucky! x

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  5. I adore that wedding photo, he looked so nervous but there there you are with your arm around him. That couple right there hasn't changed. Although this is hilarious, the love behind it rings true. This is why you won awards bab! xx

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