Life is crazy with this man, he is such a gullible and boring person who does not like anything that I like, from movies to street food, from laughing out aloud with a group of friends to going out on exotic holidays, from traveling to adventurous places to almost everything interesting.
Everything that I love doing is a taboo for him. Infact he likes Tabu the actress, and I don't like her. He likes to watch sports and current affairs on TV, while I like movie and History channels.
Epic Jodi we are! God save us.
Yet I have lived 30 years of my 53 years on Earth with him, feeling proud of every small achievement of ours, chiding and reprimanding each other for all our mistakes and blaming across for our failures, and fighting with each other when things did not work out the way we wanted it to.
Life becomes exciting when a bit of drama and thrill is involved, it makes the story worthwhile. Our daughter is the interesting twist in our story.
Smrithi has been our meeting point after all our disagreements and quarrels. She is our common goal. So at last we decided to be friends, please note I said- we decided, I did not say - we implemented our decision at any point. 😆😆
Then, how did our relationship workout?
Ok then read on......
As the years rolled by and our support systems... (read parents) started collapsing one by one, we understood we are made for each other. "Unakku naa enakku nee" made sense.
I could not have survived in this relationship if not for Vatsan. I am a female version of Amitabh, the angry man. He is a shantha swaroopee who gets all his things done by just keeping calm ....... Just like Jayabaduri.
He appreciates my freedom, he is not edgy about my extra curricular activies, he does not really mind when I am out watching a movie or dining out with friends. He has let me be what I am. Even otherwise I would have been what I am. But it was peaceful because of him. He wants me to study more, explore my interests, he loves to see me on stage enacting plays, he is there behind all my school day workshops, seminars, and competitions always encouraging me. 😍😍😍
He has almost never got me any clothes but likes to see me dressed....I mean well dressed. 🤣🤣 He is annoyed when I get things from Amazon, but takes away my Amazon bought headphones iPad and headache balm. He likes to keep the house, his chair and his bathroom as messy and unsofisticated as possible. Does not like the house to be inorder.... It's not a museum..he shouts when asked to clean up. He is like any other ordinary husband in many ways, but the freedom I have is so beautiful.
It was never ever given to me. I will never say he gave me the freedom to do...blah blah. It's mine and he always made me feel that way. I also give him his due space. Not always. 😄😄
For the men who read this, do learn a lesson from my dear husband....never to own your wives lives.
Let her live!!
Long live such men.
It's Vatsan's sashtiabdhapoorthi today....and so I had to say some nice things about him. 😆😄
Off to Ratna gireeshwarar Temple for pooja and then to Ratna cafe for some pet pooja...with my one and only gem of a Ratnam.
Dheergayushmaan bhava dear Vatsan!!!!
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Everything that I love doing is a taboo for him. Infact he likes Tabu the actress, and I don't like her. He likes to watch sports and current affairs on TV, while I like movie and History channels.
Epic Jodi we are! God save us.
Yet I have lived 30 years of my 53 years on Earth with him, feeling proud of every small achievement of ours, chiding and reprimanding each other for all our mistakes and blaming across for our failures, and fighting with each other when things did not work out the way we wanted it to.
Life becomes exciting when a bit of drama and thrill is involved, it makes the story worthwhile. Our daughter is the interesting twist in our story.
Smrithi has been our meeting point after all our disagreements and quarrels. She is our common goal. So at last we decided to be friends, please note I said- we decided, I did not say - we implemented our decision at any point. 😆😆
Then, how did our relationship workout?
Ok then read on......
As the years rolled by and our support systems... (read parents) started collapsing one by one, we understood we are made for each other. "Unakku naa enakku nee" made sense.
I could not have survived in this relationship if not for Vatsan. I am a female version of Amitabh, the angry man. He is a shantha swaroopee who gets all his things done by just keeping calm ....... Just like Jayabaduri.
He appreciates my freedom, he is not edgy about my extra curricular activies, he does not really mind when I am out watching a movie or dining out with friends. He has let me be what I am. Even otherwise I would have been what I am. But it was peaceful because of him. He wants me to study more, explore my interests, he loves to see me on stage enacting plays, he is there behind all my school day workshops, seminars, and competitions always encouraging me. 😍😍😍
He has almost never got me any clothes but likes to see me dressed....I mean well dressed. 🤣🤣 He is annoyed when I get things from Amazon, but takes away my Amazon bought headphones iPad and headache balm. He likes to keep the house, his chair and his bathroom as messy and unsofisticated as possible. Does not like the house to be inorder.... It's not a museum..he shouts when asked to clean up. He is like any other ordinary husband in many ways, but the freedom I have is so beautiful.
It was never ever given to me. I will never say he gave me the freedom to do...blah blah. It's mine and he always made me feel that way. I also give him his due space. Not always. 😄😄
For the men who read this, do learn a lesson from my dear husband....never to own your wives lives.
Let her live!!
Long live such men.
It's Vatsan's sashtiabdhapoorthi today....and so I had to say some nice things about him. 😆😄
Off to Ratna gireeshwarar Temple for pooja and then to Ratna cafe for some pet pooja...with my one and only gem of a Ratnam.
Dheergayushmaan bhava dear Vatsan!!!!
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