My Husband, James

Many people cannot believe I got married at such a young age, but they don’t know James the way I do. I realize there is no such thing as a perfect husband but he is as close to being perfect as I can imagine.

I’m not as naive as people think I am either. James was not my first boyfriend adn I was not his first girlfriend. Furthermore I knew what I wanted and what I demand of any man I would chose to spend the rest of my life with. I’ve been observing my parents since I was about six years old. Old enough to understand that I was interested in becoming either a scientist or a detective.

I studied my parents relationship. I watched neighbors, relatives, and TV families. I am very good at observation. I watched the boy James grow into a man. I watched the loving friend become an loving husband. I know what I want for my life and I know what I want for any children I might have.

There are no guarantees in any aspect of life however, I believe I have done all that I can do as a human being to prepare for my future. I just wish people could be less judgmental and more supportive — especially all those divorced relatives, single girlfriends and most importantly all those people I know who are still married (unhappily) and wish they weren’t.

Over 50% of marriages end in divorce. Period. My parents dealt with bigotry and hatred all of their married life and before. I watched them persevere and if any marriage should have ended, it would have been theirs. Love prevailed and I learned so much from my mother on how to be a female. How to be feminine and how to be a wife to a loving husband and most importantly I learned how to reciprocate and be a loving wife.

I learned so much from my father on how to be a good husband and father and how to respect myself as a woman and most importantly what to demand from a boyfriend and husband.