by Sweetpea

Created on: January 11, 2007   Last Updated: May 10, 2007

After six years of marriage, I can count the times my husband had given me flowers. Twice when we were dating, one of that occasion was an apology. Then we got married. I considered the floral bouquet as the third time. And then probably a couple of times more on my birthdays and our anniversaries.

To say he's not a romantic person, that will be an understatement. The worse gift I ever got from him was on my birthday two years ago, where he came home from work with a cake on one hand, and a 'present' on the other. The present was a George Foreman grill, not wrapped, and still had the receipt stuck to it. My heart sank. I looked at him and asked him if he realized we actually have a George Foreman grill which was given to us the previous Christmas. He replied that it wasn't the item he wanted to get, it should have been a mini oven. Okay, so that was the second big mistake. He didn't get it himself? Of course not, he didn't have the time.

I told him I would have been very happy if he could have just popped by the supermarket and got me even just a stem of flower and tells that he didn't have the time to get me anything yet, but will make up for it. He started to defend himself on how I will be upset if he didn't get me anything. But an intended mini oven? It was what he wanted!

So there you have it, a rough idea of what kind of man he is. No doubt he has caused me many unwanted grays, but I love this same man for what he is. After all, I chose him as my husband.

He is not a man who express himself freely, a more reserved kind. With all the faults I think he has, and vice versa, that's for sure, he is an honest man. I knew he loved me when he proposed to me, for he isn't the kind that takes a commitment lightly. I know he still loves me as he shows me the same respect, no less. He takes on his role as a husband with full responsibility, not wanting me to worry about financial issues. He loves me dearly to be able to hold my hand while I was screaming the roof down in the birth room, giving birth to our son, when he always shiver at the sight of needles and blood. He plays father like duck to water, waking up with me every night for the first few months.

True, our relationship has not been all smooth sailing, even stagnant at times. We seldom talk, it is just not his nature to be talkative. But we have the mutual understanding and love to make this marriage and family work.

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