10 Things I Hate About You, My Husband
Human Clauses March 21st, 20071) I hate the way you make me feel so safe and secure, like there is nothing else in the world that I could have or long for that would be able to protect me and comfort me like the touch of your hand, the feel of your skin, or the promise of your love. I know there is nothing else that could replace that and that I am totally and utterly dependant upon you for that feeling.
2) I hate the way I need you so desperately, like the air I breath and the water I drink. There is nothing that can quench me or give me life like knowing that I am yours, that you love me and want me and need me, too. I know there is no way for me to achieve the feeling of belonging without that.
3) I hate your dedication and commitment to our love, our kids, our family and our marriage. I hate that there is no one else in the world who would take on everything that our family means, no one else who can shoulder the burdens we’ve shouldered together with such love and commitment to the end result, no one else who would have stood by what you knew to be the truth, even when it seemed like the world said otherwise. I know there is no way to say “thank you” for all of those things.
4) I hate the way that you can be my best friend, my worst enemy and my most passionate lover. You can be there for me and know what I’m about to say without me uttering a single word. You can say the things I need to hear and know when to leave me alone. You can hurt me beyond words with just a few and you can take me to places I never dreamt of going with the way you touch me and make me feel. I know that there will never be anyone else who will be able to do that.
5) I hate the fact that you make me worry about you the way you do. The dangers and potentials involved in your day to day work make me painfully aware of how much I need you here and how lost I would be without you. I worry every time you leave that in some way, you will not come back the same, that there will be too high a price paid for you doing your “civil” duty. I know that you must do your job because that is who you are and I hate that there is nothing I can do about that.
6) I hate the fact that you have such wonderful parents who have embraced me as their own and who have welcomed me into their family so completely. It is so rare that the relationships between the two are good, let alone great. I know that this gift is just that, a gift to be treasured and honored and given back as much as possible throughout the years to come.
7) I hate that you love to play with our kids like you were one. I hate that you know when I’m not well enough to do those things and you jump in and take my place. I hate that you are willing to love me anyway knowing that I struggle with things that most people don’t. I know that I could not find that honest, true commitment from anyone who loved me any less.
8) I hate that you have friends who hold you in high regard and seek your opinion and your time. I hate that you are held in high regard in our community and in our family. I hate that you are not only an ethical person, but a moral one as well, for there is such a big difference. I know that finding those qualities in someone are few and far between
9) I hate that I can count on you being there when we are old and gray. I hate that the plans we’ve made together will most likely come to pass and our goals and aspirations will be seen by our children as something that mattered. I know that we will leave behind a legacy of love and friendship that our children will measure their own relationships against.
10) I hate that in every place in this article that I had to use the word “hate” that I really wanted to use “love”. I love you!
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March 21st, 2007 at 8:42 pm
You don’t know how lucky you are. My spouse is 16 years older than me and there is no hope for me. I am not even worried about him any more. He tells me - fuck you, just leave me alone. We don’t talk or anything. He is the meanest man in the world. I am 60 and have started my own business. I can’t leave because I have done that before and there is no place to go.
My house is paid for so I have to stay here. I am so miserable and I know he is to. I have thought about killing him but know that God would never forgive me. How can God let someone like him live? We just had a 34 years anniversay and nothing. No Christmas or birthday. OK, I know I did this to myself. I should have left him hears ago. HE is short tempered and nothing satisfies him. Sex, why would I want that with him? He says, you just don’t want it anymore. Well, I don’t even discuss it with him. HE is a sick man but I guess I iam too for being here. I am just typing this to get it out of my system.
April 23rd, 2007 at 12:17 am
No1seed ..hello…You could probably get half of the assets and buy a small house and leave the miserable bastard behind ..as long as there is no prenup..you can get him for mental cruelty…ask him to counsel and when he says no..take his rejection to the divorce lawyer and celebrate. I think you need to give yourself more credit than you do. You can make it without him…trust me!!! and as satisfying as it would be to see the bastard die..it would just make your life worse. So, leave him asap and find yourself…you have to learn that we as women already rule the world…we just sometimes make them bring home the check. We can make our own check and actually live b4 we die!
September 26th, 2007 at 2:08 pm
I hate my husband too. He is heartless. He doesn’t know the first thing about even how to talk to a woman. I married him too soon after the death of my mother when I was emotionally distraught. He owns his own business and uses every excuse NOT to come home. Last night I was waiting for him for dinner and at 5:00pm he had to go buy a lightbulb and didn’t arrive home until 7:00pm. He doesn’t mail his bills - he drives from place to place to pay them. He’s an idiot. He looses his keys once a week and I can’t get my car out to go to work. He drinks and drives and will one day die….I hate him so much I will say how many times I asked him NOT to drink and drive at his eulogy….I have it written in my head. He is 53 - not a child - but thinks he’s so cute. I tell him that the 20 something girls in bars laugh at the short fat bald man sitting in the bar chatting them up….but he thinks he is SO adorable.