In 2004 I met my husband, at a party, across a room.
I liked that he challenged me, questioned me when I spinned out stories. He is smart, funny, handsome, and pretty grounded. He isn’t a superhero that’s been granted special powers, he can’t keep the episodes away. He can handle them. He can tell me when I’m not projecting the “me,” but the episodes instead.
He likes to go for walks with no destination or schedule. He likes to cook. He likes when we’re home together in the evening, relaxing and laughing. He likes to suggest trips when we need to get out of our apartment.
He doesn’t put up with me, he wholly supports me. And I support and encourage him, too.
We’re good together. We knew when we met that there are times when life is rough, and so we appreciate the good things. We use our past experiences to support one another, though everything seems like teamwork now.
I give a superhero shout-out to my favorite human and great love.