posted on Dec, 1 2022 @ 02:19 PM
“I'm not your freaking mother!” I yelled while pointing a knife at him, trying to score the winning point in our argument. A second later he had
taken the knife away from me, grabbed me by the shoulders and threw me against the wall. It hurt just a little bit.
He stood in front of me with big wild eyes, yelling back pointless blames, but I didn't hear the words coming from his mouth. Instead I looked at his
beautiful face and thought: “this is the most gorgeous creature that ever walked the Earth, and he is mine forever”. I felt the adrenaline moving
up my spine, but resisted the urge to fight him further, instead I took his face between my hands and kissed him passionately. The argument was
over.
We married 9 years ago and during all this time we stayed deeply and madly in love. We adored each other since day one! I must admit that our marriage
is one of extremes. Some even think it was the biggest mistake of our lives, that we shouldn't be together. When things are good, they are
exceptionally good and it feels like all my dreams came true. But when it is bad, it is excruciating bad. He can lift me up to heights that not many
have experienced, while he is also capable of breaking me into millions of little pieces. but in the end he has always managed to put me back
together, and between the extremes we make promises we both know we can't keep.
The truth is that I've been his mother since the day we married, and that is solely because I allowed it to be that way. That is the only reason! He
does not demand things that are out of my comfort zone, he doesn't treat me like I'm less than him. I am the one who decided to be willing to be
whoever he needs me to be: a mother that cares for him, no matter what he did! A cook that makes him delicate dishes when he's hungry, a nurse that
tends to his emotional wounds, sometimes his bleeding knuckles when he'd hit a wall, or after I've hurt him…
sometimes it's fully geared up cat-woman with whips and tassels.
In return he keeps me sane in a world gone mad. When I loose control, he wins it back for me. When I cry for no reason at all, he comforts me. When I
need to fight, he fights back. He fights for the both of us, and he loves me back, unconditionally.
Always.
THE END