I am a hopeless romantic. I am all about the romance and love and bragging about love and I believe in chick flicks and sappy lifetime movie network movies, seriously. When him and I were barely a couple and love was fresh and brand new I remember walking out of work one rainy night and there he was standing against a wall with a trenchcoat, looking lustful and holding a rose...and he was waiting for me. Oh my goodnes, how wonderful, I found love and this was great, right? Wrong! That love has slowly faded away and the only roses are the ones in my backyard and the trenchcoat is hanging in the back of his closet.
Of course I love him and he loves me, but we have a different kind of love. If you want to know the type of love we have, rent the movie El Cantante. It is the true story of Hector Lavoe who was a musician and his wife Pucci ( I think that was her name). They had crazy Latin love and I can totally identify. There are slamming doors, broken things, pillow fights, flying objects. We fight , we're mad , we make up and then apologize to each other only to start over again every few weeks.
I go to work and I confide in two of my BFF's. Really you can never complain about your man to your mama or your siblings especially sisters because they will hold it against him forever and never like him much again. My friends are my lifeline and I am lucky to have them. Sometimes he tells me that I care about my friends more than him and that I need to respect him like I do my friends. This is something I find hard to do. My friends are not comparable to my marriage and my friends think I am awesome and love me 95% of the time. Frankie and Vanessa are great. We all work together and they are like my sisters. We talk about anything and everything. By the way Frankie is a girl! We have the greatest times together and we have fun and laugh. No, I just can't have this kind of fun with him, there are too many reasons why not.
Frankie is in love. She has the kind of love with her husband that is so sweet you practically need an insulin shot to regulate the sweetness. She is still a newlywed but I have a feeling that she will be in sappy love we all desire stage forever. I am sure they may have had a bad day sometime, somewhere but it's hard to tell when, when all she says is " I love him". That wouldn't be so bad except it will be quiet in the office and she will say it out of the blue to me. I joke with her and tell her to shutup or I will be sick, but the truth is I am envious. I compalain to her about how much I hate him and how I want to leave. Though she sometimes roots for me and cheers me on, she is like some crazy little mexican medicine woman who knows that I am addicted to crazy love and she says to me"you love him". I get frustrated when she says it at times but I know it's true-who knows maybe she is using reverse psychology. In any case she is the epitome of a cute romantic chick flick with her husband. Sometimes she will make me call him for her when we are in the car and she is driving. I play the liaison of telling each other what the other is saying. It goes something like this..."I love you Honey " and he goes " ohhhhhahhh I looove you too! followed by a rolling of my eyes and a smirk.
Vanessa is different. I am not sure if she is married or not. There's a husband sort of but its complicated. We will call him Flagstaff. I used to tell her he did not exist and that the pictures she had were manufactured by Photoshop, and then I saw him, and he is pretty cute. It's like she is married but single ,but we have adjusted. In Vanessa I love that unlike Frankie she does not care if I stay with him or not, she encourages flirting and it makes me laugh.
Together they balance me out and make me sane enough to keep from going crazy. I think sometimes that the two of them and me would make a great relationship and I would say they agree...and then I hear Frankie in my head saying...."But I love my husband"...hmmm time for my insulin shot now!
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