Dear Him Indoors
It is Valentine’s Day so why not tell the world how much I love you? I know, puke, vomit and all that.
I met you in 1998 following a really awful relationship breakdown. He had cheated, my faith in men and myself was at an all time low and I had decided to exist rather than live.
Existence requires an income so I found work. I cannot remember seeing you or meeting you for the first time. I later learned I had got the job you had applied for. You were less than impressed as I was an external candidate and you were an insider.
You found me to be aloof and way too mouthy about women’s rights. I thought you had an over-inflated sense of yourself. How on earth could this be a match made in heaven?
Can you remember the moment you decided I might be worth knowing? We were at a works do and the drink flowed. You say you saw a human side to me for the first time. Whatever happened that night, we wanted to continue the fun and moved on to two pubs playing pool and quizzing. You had a girlfriend at the time so nothing happened and I returned home to my spinster flat.
I think we became friends that night and sought each other out for drinks after work although always in a group. We laughed a lot and shared our views on how to change the world most effectively.
We got together on the night I left my job. Drink had flowed and barriers were down. You stayed the night with me panicking in the morning because someone was coming to fit my washing machine. You recall how I threw you out really early and you did not know how to read that.
So what attracted me to you then?
Your dark, swarthy looks. You have a vaguely Italian look about you. Your body which was a lovely treat the first time I saw you naked. Slender and I counted myself a very lucky lady indeed.
You made me laugh and even better, you thought I was funny too. I still adore it when you really laugh out loud at one of my so-called witticisms.
You were and remain caring always going the extra mile for your clients. In that we are alike and the perfect match.
Needless to say, you are very skilled in the bedroom (or wherever the mood takes us) department. However, you are also patient and have lived with the dry seasons where through pregnancy or depression I have not felt up to that loving feeling.
You are a creative cook making the best steak dinners ever.
You really do want to make me happy and would do just about anything to help that happen.
You have a strong interest in current affairs but combine that with a real ability to act like a student and be silly. We have some very good party nights for two.
You believe in me including when I have no faith in myself whatsoever.
Are you perfect? Not a bit of it and some things about you I really struggle with. Have you hurt me? Hell yes. I know I have hurt you too sometimes. It is not a perfect relationship but then neither your nor I are perfect either. It is far too good to give up though.
Do I love you? Yes, I do and I like being an “us”. We make sense to us even when others struggle to understand us. We have cuddles, laughter, conversation and love. We’ll do.
Happy Valentine’s Day to my bestest friend ever. I was once told “It’ll be a brave bugger that tackles you” referring to getting with me long-term. Here’s to Him Indoors, Man of Courage.