My husband and I met through work and married in 2000. There is not much surprise in our life and everything is just normal. As we don't have kids most of our fights were related to ridiculous things, e.g. I complained that he has never shown enough passion toward me in public -- sometimes when we walk our dog together, he tends to walk in front of me and I walk behind.
Also, I hate to see him always wearing shabby clothes even when attending important occasions - one time when we rushed to friend's party I realized he was wearing an old t-shirt that had a stain on it and I had to drag him to the nearest shop to buy a new shirt. That night all I heard was him whingeing about me wasting money on unnecessary things and that it is really making him uncomfortable to wear formal.
To me he is a very stubborn person who likes to follow his own rules; he doesn't like to get his hair cut, he doesn't like to attend parties, doesn't like to meet new friends... a few times we got into serious arguments because of our different opinion towards things. I cried so much and wanted to leave him, I seriously doubted if our marriage could last forever, he was such a different person and all we seemed to do was argue.
Last Wednesday I had a mastectomy after I was diagnosed with invasive breast cancer. I woke up feeling so weak but the first thing I saw was my husband, wearing very formal, jumping up and down with tears, and kissing me everywhere in front of the nurses, saying " Honey, I love you, I love you, I love you! Doctor said you are ok! and I am being good, I went to have a hair cut for you..." I burst out laughing.
So if you asked me when I really decided that I will spend the rest of my life with this man, love him dearly deeply for the rest of my life, until death do us apart, it will be 8.30pm on the 3rd of December, 2008.
--Stephanie
