yileeen: Hello Geca! Thanks for dropping by! Haha..love the "love-hate relationship with husband" bit
Smiling he said, "You meant: you love to hate me".
I hugged him and said, "No, of course not, Honey".
He slightly pushed me back to look straight into my eyes and corrected himself saying, "No, no, no! You meant: you hate to love me" then pouted his lips and did a pretend-cry.
We both laughed at the thought of those phrases then went on sorting and/or packing our stuff for shipping while our five-year-old son "helps" by messing them all for us. :)
I proudly say that our love for each other is incomparable to any other married couples around the world, no ifs and no buts. Altogether, we have known each other for ten years but it seems and feels like longer than that.
Ten years ago, unbeknown to us that we are destined to meet, my husband-to-be and I arrived almost at the same time in Saudi Arabia to work under the same company, coming from different "ends" of the world. One weekend, we were introduced to each other by a common friend, at a beach resort which was owned by our employer. We did not hit it off right away but we became really good friends who share the same silly jokes and absolutely no pretense. Respect for each other was there and maybe "love" was already there, too. However, I guess, we did not realize it sooner because we were both involved with someone else (on the contrary, he vehemently denies involvement with any girls in Saudi).
Anyways, (skipping our own history) why "love-hate relationship"? As I mentioned above, our love is incomparable, without question and beyond doubt. I never ever hate my husband per se, even if I shout at him sometimes (alright, I should say "all the time"). I just generally dislike men for their ways, e.g. not putting things back to where they were, misplacing things all over the place (like keys) and so on, but most especially, for being unhygienic.
Nonetheless, our love for each other is more powerful than anything that keeps us united in thoughts, ideas, likes and dislikes, through thick and thin, rain or shine.
I hugged him and said, "No, of course not, Honey".
He slightly pushed me back to look straight into my eyes and corrected himself saying, "No, no, no! You meant: you hate to love me" then pouted his lips and did a pretend-cry.
We both laughed at the thought of those phrases then went on sorting and/or packing our stuff for shipping while our five-year-old son "helps" by messing them all for us. :)
I proudly say that our love for each other is incomparable to any other married couples around the world, no ifs and no buts. Altogether, we have known each other for ten years but it seems and feels like longer than that.
Ten years ago, unbeknown to us that we are destined to meet, my husband-to-be and I arrived almost at the same time in Saudi Arabia to work under the same company, coming from different "ends" of the world. One weekend, we were introduced to each other by a common friend, at a beach resort which was owned by our employer. We did not hit it off right away but we became really good friends who share the same silly jokes and absolutely no pretense. Respect for each other was there and maybe "love" was already there, too. However, I guess, we did not realize it sooner because we were both involved with someone else (on the contrary, he vehemently denies involvement with any girls in Saudi).
Anyways, (skipping our own history) why "love-hate relationship"? As I mentioned above, our love is incomparable, without question and beyond doubt. I never ever hate my husband per se, even if I shout at him sometimes (alright, I should say "all the time"). I just generally dislike men for their ways, e.g. not putting things back to where they were, misplacing things all over the place (like keys) and so on, but most especially, for being unhygienic.
Nonetheless, our love for each other is more powerful than anything that keeps us united in thoughts, ideas, likes and dislikes, through thick and thin, rain or shine.
