It’s October 17 already. OMG, time flies!
Very soon, on October 20, it will be 8 years since I flew across the Atlantic Ocean.
“After a certain age, you can pretty much do whatever takes you fancy. No one tells you off except for your doctors and children” – quote from The Thursday murder club (by Richard Osman) .
Of course, I’ve not reached that age yet. Instead I chose the right husband. The husband who has supported me for 8 years in doing “whatever”.
TV journalists once again talk about Gabby P and Brain L and their quarrels.
-We don’t fight – Daniel.
-Well, at the very beginning we had some misunderstanding – I.
-But we don’t fight – Daniel.
-We just don’t care- I.
After we stopped laughing he said something smart, something like:
There’s no point to stress yourself out on something you can’t change.
The thing is we don’t dictate to each other how to live.
He listens to me, shares an opinion, answers the questions, explains things and tolerates. He tolerates me being myself.
It doesn’t matter to him that I have more wrinkles, gray hair, and a couple of extra pounds.
We enjoy our life together, each in his/her own way. But together. Soon 8 years.