He doesn't know it yet but along with his new wife, is coming a new bed. When I was just some chick he was doing, it didn't matter. When I was a friend with benefits, the benefit was that he didn't really have to value my opinion as long as he valued my body. As his new girlfriend, his bed had a more permanent place in his life than I did. As his fiancee, i'm saying that his wife will want a new bed, one that he hasn't shared with other women.
It's not because I think that his thoughts will stray to all of the other women who have been in his bed while i'm in it. I just think it's symbolic. You wouldn't recycle an engagement ring(right?!). That's the safe haven where i'm going to make memories with my husband, create babies, heal emotional wounds, and escape from everyone in my life but the closest person. That isn't a space that i'm comfortable sharing with anyone else. Even if it is just their essence and not their memories or their presence.
Besides, I want to redecorate. Starting with the bedroom. I love him but he has no future in interior design. His house looks, well, like a single guy lives there. He hasn't been informed of this decision. Surely he knows though, right? A house doesn't become a home until a woman enters like a whirlwind and puts feminine touches in the most unexpected places and makes the house warm and inviting.
I never want him to be the husband who just sits around after work, making excuses not to come home. He will almost always come home to a clean house, a warm meal, generally happy children, and a wife in the mood to make love. Sometimes in the midst of bills, kids, life, the couple's marriage suffers. I don't ever want to be that couple. I will make a concentrated effort to keep the marriage lively and not turn into that couple
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