My other half

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These few days, I have been accidentally coming across stories of mothers being left by their husbands while pregnant or already have few kids, unemployed or earning a low salary.  And they are very young women.

Reading all these reminded me to treasure my loved ones and appreciate them.  My other half is not a romantic guy.  He never proposes and yet I married him because he is a nice guy.  When we got married, many relatives asked why I would marry him, because he is from a poor background and not highly educated.  I didn't reply because in my heart, we knew we were meant for each other.  

Some relatives asked if he proposed to me and how it was.  I replied that there wasn't any proposal nor any ring before I agreed to marry him.  I just did.  I believe a marriage is much more important than any proposal or wedding ceremony.  I am not saying this because I am defending him or what.  As a woman, I would very much like my man to arrange some secret, surprise proposal and go down on his one knee and give me a ring and a bouquet of roses.  I do very much.  In fact, I asked him to do it.  But he is just not that kind of man who would do it.  And I still married him.

He is not the type who would give me flowers.  I do wish sometimes I would receive a bouquet in the office but that will never happen.  It's not that he can't afford it.  It's just not his style.

In our family, I earned more than him.  So, I truly feel the struggle of being the breadwinner of the family.  It's not that he doesn't bring in the dough.  He does.  Anytime I asked him for cash, he would give me without asking why.

I do wish sometimes he is from a richer family or that he is more successful or that he is more educated.  I do.  Especially when I compared myself with friends who are the same age as me.  Most of them have successful husbands and earning very well and some don't even need to work now, just be a stay-at-home-mom.  But I guess, this is my life.  And this is how it will be.

Circumstances are such that this is our luck.  Really, there are some forces that we can't win over and so we have to just accept and move on.  

Sometimes, I feel down especially when I compared myself with my friends whom I feel are having the time of their life.  But I forgot to compare myself with those who are just like me.  Or those whom envy me (if any).  I don't know what's happening in their life.  All I see is the outside, but not the inside.

My other half is a peaceful guy, calm and collected.  He takes criticism quietly and accept it without being defensive.  He is quiet and doesn't get angry.  He may not look very smart, but at times he is very wise.  

Most importantly, my other half loves me and baby a lot.  While he is not the type who would surprise me with gifts and such, I have to remember that he washed all my vomit when I was pregnant.  And it was gross but he did it without any complaints.  He also cut my toe nails when my stomach gotten too big for me to reach my toes.  He also massaged my feet every single night.  And he does the chores in our home.  I hardly sweeps or mops or clean the toilet.

After birth, he washes my pump parts and milk bottles and sterilizes them every single night.  He would wake up at 3am to clean baby while I can sleep on.  He would also tug us to bed sometimes, especially when I am dead tired and have fallen asleep.

He has his weakness but he does have his strengths as well which is hidden most of the time.  People can only see his weakness as he does show it quite a lot.  

So, back to those stories of these poor women being left by their partners, I have to admit that I must treasure my other half more.  I should get him a Father's Day gift.

I just hope that our strand of bad luck will end soon.  Like real soon.