I’ve been thinking about my relationship a lot lately. About how much it has changed since we first met.
It was 2002. I was 14 and he was 15 and in the grade above me. Yes, we were high school sweethearts. We actually met when I went with my friend to see her boyfriend (now my hubby, oops) play Ice Hockey.
After his game a group of us stood outside the rink to chat, except the only two chatting were hubby and I. It may be hard for some to believe but we both knew that night that the other was going to a part of our lives in some form.
Our relationship grew so naturally, starting with friendship and rapidly becoming more. One day it was a uniform free day at school. I wore my hair in pigtails. Well, apparently that was his kryptonite and we started dating that day. He still talks about my pigtails fondly.
I’m not going to glamourise it, we had our troubles. In fact, I think we overcame nearly every obstacle a couple could come up against. But the point is that we did best them all.
And now here we are, 14 years later. Married, with three beautiful children and a kitty. I’m not sure how I got so lucky to be honest.
The other night we watched a movie called ‘The D.U.F.F’ which stands for ‘Designated ugly fat friend’. Hubby proudly announced that we were a perfect match because we were both Duffs. Pretty sure he didn’t think that through properly because he managed to call me both fat and ugly in one go, but he was actually right. We both had one close friend who was the desirable one whilst we were the approachable ones. Maybe that’s why we work so well. We’re basically the same.
Well whatever the reason, we match. He is the cheese to my macaroni and I simply couldn’t imagine my life without him in it. We’ve come a very long way since pigtails and every day we face new challenges – parenting is hard work sometimes – but I know we’ll be ok.
We’re not some super Disney couple that will defeat everything with true loves kiss. We will laugh at our lame jokes. We will communicate. We will say ‘I love you’ multiple times a day. We will have food fights. We will share a passionate kiss in between making toast and pouring milk. We will laugh at each other for having hairy legs (me) and for going bald (him). We will cherish the time we spend together sitting on the couch watching TV whilst trying to settle a screaming baby. We will fight over having no money, over having different opinions on discipline, over who’s turn it is to clean the loo. We will make up and move on and most likely do it all again the next day. We will love each other.
We will love each other for the rest of our lives and if reincarnation is real then we will love each other in every life after. When we’ve passed if you see a lioness and a staffy cuddled up together, it’s us, say hi. And if you see a more attractive lioness and a tougher staffy near by then we’re duffs again. Hey, it works for us.
We’re choosing Duff over Disney.