I‘m Neurotic & He Still Loves Me

I worry that because my Wedding rings feel tight  my finger might be broken?  Did I sprain it?  This could be the on set of arthritis!  He reminds me it is 40 flippin degrees Celsius out. Hot and sticky plus popcorn equals rings not fitty.  He calms me down. 

He reminds me that a headache can be just that.  A headache.  Google and symptom checker, not always my friend.

I’m sure that this outfit, the seventh I have tried on, is just as bad as the first six.  He truly cares, and helps me find something I feel good in.  He loves me enough to help me find a pair of “you don’t look fat in those pants”.  He makes me feel “hawt”.

He gets that chocolate chip cookies are the perfect breakfast food. He doesn’t judge, as a matter of fact, sometimes he even bakes! 

He finds it endearing…ok he tolerates it, when he finds croutons in the bed.  Who eats salad in bed?  Um Me.

He knows if I’m in a bad mood..like almost never, cause I’m perfect……that it is best to never ever ask if I have PMS, or acknowledge that mood!  Actually it might be best not to make eye contact, just bring chocolate. 

He lets me have the aisle seat on the plane, even though he is the one way over 6 feet…cause I need it….I just do!  It feels less confined, there is more power in that seat, he rolls with it.

I always get the side of the bed that is closer to the bathroom too.  I don’t know why, but I need that side, it’s better.

He shakes his head and plays along when I ask him for the third time “Are you sure this chicken isn’t pink?”.

He will even taste the milk to assure me it isn’t sour.

He gets my particular kind of crazy.  He is the calm to my spaz, and the quiet to my chat. 

Sometimes I can’t believe how lucky I am that he loves me….cause I’m all neurotic like that.