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ff and continues to be interested in it. After the stroke, it takes more than double the time for him to read the paper — <i>the Financial Times</i> — in the morning, but he still remembers all he has read. He has a huge amount of knowledge about many subjects and never fails to surprise me when he digs up that knowledge for whatever reason.</p><p id="d22c">He has a deep interest in history, and easily shares titbits of information from the many books he has read, even when he read a book years ago. And besides this, he knows lots about music and movies, and can come up with names of songs or artists, or actors in seconds.</p><p id="c53c">Shortly after his stroke, he has sometimes struggled to find words, but that now only happens when he is too tired. His smart mind is not affected; his memory is only a bit slower than it’s been before.</p><h2 id="fbe4">He makes me laugh</h2><p id="c5ee">I have my silly moments, but seriously, they are not as funny as when he has his. He can make me laugh until my tummy aches.</p><p id="f96b">Like when he comes into the room and is content with something he has done, and he throws his arms in the air and continues to say “yayyy, yayyy, yayyy”, drawing each ‘yay’ out to the maximum, and saying it in a funny voice.</p><p id="e05d">Or, when I have made a joke and he just looks at me, not a hint of a smile on his face. Somehow, this makes me laugh every time!</p><p id="e824">Oh, there are many other things, but bottom line is that he puts a smile on my face always, and sometimes makes me roar with laughter.</p><h2 id="f4e2">He’s always himself</h2><p id="028e">This might be the thing that first drew me to him: him always being himself. From the very first moment I met him, he was… well… him.</p><p id="f90f">Today he is still the same as he was back then — no surprises, no ‘discoveries’. He does everything in his own tempo, and won’t allow anyone to rush him.</p><p id="f089">I have a history of changing myself to ‘fit’ into a mold of the person I am with. The older I get, the more important it is to me to always be myself, and not change myself to fit someone else’s mold, whether an acquaintance or a colleague.</p><p id="232d">I have a history of changing myself to fit the ‘mold’ of what another person — lover, acquaintance, colleague —

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expects of me, but the older I got, the more the urge grew to just be myself. It has become one of the most important themes in my mental healing in the past years, and my husband has enforced this through leading by example.</p><h2 id="de3f">He loves me for who I am</h2><p id="de13">I think in the end this might be the most important thing. He loves me for who I am, supports me in whatever I want to do (within reason, of course), and he listens to my opinions. I am the emotional one of the two of us, and even though he is a very rational person, he will put his arms around me and hug me when I need it.</p><p id="4d1a">My husband has never made me feel like I am not good enough, and I know he never will.</p><p id="187a">From the very beginning of our relationship, we were on equal ground, even though <a href="https://rebelsnotes.com/category/ds/">we have agreed not to be</a>.</p><h2 id="a497">He just is my person</h2><p id="7606">He is.</p><p id="c108">He’s my everything, my person, the love of my life. He’s the first one I see in the morning, and the last I see at night, and that’s how I want it to be, forever.</p><p id="96e5">I’m focusing on the light, not thinking of what could’ve happened or what might happen in the future. The light helps to keep the dark thoughts out, and if they don’t, my husband just has a silly moment, makes me laugh and I forget all about my fears!</p><p id="00e1"><i>If you’re thinking of joining Medium, click on <a href="https://medium.com/membership/@marierebelle">my referral link</a> to support me and other writers.</i></p><p id="ad28"><b><i>Find more of Marie on <a href="https://marierebelle.medium.com/lists">her lists</a>, and here…</i></b></p><div id="a35f" class="link-block"> <a href="https://marierebelle.medium.com/list/87d797b1b5e3"> <div> <div> <h2>Chosen for further distribution</h2> <div><h3> </h3></div> <div><p>for further distribution marierebelle.medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*3babb2cf18d538872d8d5dc001987c577f456f46.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

FROM MY LIFE

The Love Of My Life

He’s my best friend, my lover, my soulmate, my husband

I have written and said many times before that my husband is the love of my life, and how much he means to me. With all that happened in our life in the past year, many thoughts have run through my mind.

Dark thoughts.

Things I fear.

The one thing I fear the most.

Losing him.

I push those thoughts away, because if I don’t, they will drive me crazy. I don’t want to think about having to go on without him. After all, he’s the love of my life, and I want him with me throughout my life.

Instead of dwelling on the things I fear, I want to concentrate on the beautiful things we have. I want to celebrate the man he is; on all the positive things and how he came to be the love of my life.

The love of my life is a good man

My husband is a caring, friendly, unselfish, polite man, who enjoys having meaningful conversations, even with strangers. Where I am frequently at a loss for words with other people, strangers or acquaintances, he always finds something to say, and he remembers things. When people have told him something, he remembers, and he asks about it the next time.

He’s not only kind to or shows interest in others but also does so with his aunts or uncles, cousins or us, his closest family. He’s interested in the children and grandchildren and always has a kind word and a smile for them.

Someone asked me if he’s different after the stroke, as sometimes people might have a personality change, but thankfully with him that’s not the case.

He’s still the good man I got to know twenty years ago.

The love of my life is a smart man

He knows such a lot about financial stuff and continues to be interested in it. After the stroke, it takes more than double the time for him to read the paper — the Financial Times — in the morning, but he still remembers all he has read. He has a huge amount of knowledge about many subjects and never fails to surprise me when he digs up that knowledge for whatever reason.

He has a deep interest in history, and easily shares titbits of information from the many books he has read, even when he read a book years ago. And besides this, he knows lots about music and movies, and can come up with names of songs or artists, or actors in seconds.

Shortly after his stroke, he has sometimes struggled to find words, but that now only happens when he is too tired. His smart mind is not affected; his memory is only a bit slower than it’s been before.

He makes me laugh

I have my silly moments, but seriously, they are not as funny as when he has his. He can make me laugh until my tummy aches.

Like when he comes into the room and is content with something he has done, and he throws his arms in the air and continues to say “yayyy, yayyy, yayyy”, drawing each ‘yay’ out to the maximum, and saying it in a funny voice.

Or, when I have made a joke and he just looks at me, not a hint of a smile on his face. Somehow, this makes me laugh every time!

Oh, there are many other things, but bottom line is that he puts a smile on my face always, and sometimes makes me roar with laughter.

He’s always himself

This might be the thing that first drew me to him: him always being himself. From the very first moment I met him, he was… well… him.

Today he is still the same as he was back then — no surprises, no ‘discoveries’. He does everything in his own tempo, and won’t allow anyone to rush him.

I have a history of changing myself to ‘fit’ into a mold of the person I am with. The older I get, the more important it is to me to always be myself, and not change myself to fit someone else’s mold, whether an acquaintance or a colleague.

I have a history of changing myself to fit the ‘mold’ of what another person — lover, acquaintance, colleague — expects of me, but the older I got, the more the urge grew to just be myself. It has become one of the most important themes in my mental healing in the past years, and my husband has enforced this through leading by example.

He loves me for who I am

I think in the end this might be the most important thing. He loves me for who I am, supports me in whatever I want to do (within reason, of course), and he listens to my opinions. I am the emotional one of the two of us, and even though he is a very rational person, he will put his arms around me and hug me when I need it.

My husband has never made me feel like I am not good enough, and I know he never will.

From the very beginning of our relationship, we were on equal ground, even though we have agreed not to be.

He just is my person

He is.

He’s my everything, my person, the love of my life. He’s the first one I see in the morning, and the last I see at night, and that’s how I want it to be, forever.

I’m focusing on the light, not thinking of what could’ve happened or what might happen in the future. The light helps to keep the dark thoughts out, and if they don’t, my husband just has a silly moment, makes me laugh and I forget all about my fears!

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