My husband and I recently celebrated the our 8th wedding anniversary and our 9th anniversary of our first date. At that time, I reflected on how similar and, in contrast, how different we are. Events in the last month have clarified how much I treasure him and I want to make sure I never take him for granted. Note: while I won’t be going all “Shmooopy!” I will be pontificating on how awesome my mate is. Feel free to roll your eyes and click to another page.
If you don’t already know, one of the things Chooch and I have in common is our extreme social anxiety. The difference is that mine causes me to chatter nervously and his causes him to sit back quietly until he has a level of comfort. Some people perceive me as being extroverted and outgoing and him being withdrawn. In truth, the opposite is true. He is more likely to say yes to unfamiliar social engagements with unknown people. In many cases, I would simply stay in and miss out on the fun without him to urge me out into the world. In fact, that is exactly what he had to do to get me to go to any of the first meet-ups in 2008, including Balticon.
I frequently find myself speaking for both of us in the hopes that people will recognize just how amazing he is. This is a mistake, as it makes it appear as though he is with me, not that we are together, in what we do. Regardless of how it appears, he is NOT my tag-along, just “Viv’s husband” or an accessory. He is Chooch. A singularly magnificent man.
I get really pissed when I think he is overlooked or not getting credit for all he does, for our family and for others. I am shocked that more people don’t get that he is the reason the New Media parties we hosted in 2009 and 2010 were successful, along with countless other things for which I alone have gotten most of the praise. Possibly it’s because he’s busting his ass behind the scenes while I am doing more of the dressing and food prep. Just know that without him, little of what I dream up would actually happen.
To share with you who he is in my eyes, peep this list:
- the reason that I am able to live in a loving home instead of a homeless shelter, since my health does not allow me to work and my disability was denied;
- the enabler, builder and code monkey of my mostly goofy/sometimes creative musings;
- the Yin to my Yang – I am emotional where he is logical and he is emotional where I am logical and I rely heavily on him for balance;
- the first person that, when I have some hair brained scheme, actually listens and is supportive at the same time he is constructive in criticism and suggestions;
- the fuel that feeds my craving to continually challenge myself, guiding me away from self-sabotage;
- the kindest and most loving man I’ve ever known;
- generous with his income on purchases for my children from a previous marriage, never saying that something they need is not going to be provided;
- perfect in his imperfections;
- glorious in his flawed humanity;
- never out of patience with me, even when he has every right to be.
We recently rescued the ten year old dog of a family member that was no longer able to care for him. Only because my husband was willing, were we able to do the necessities that had been neglected for this loving pet (dental cleaning and removal of a diseased tooth, neutering/biopsy, analysis of a suspicious growth, vaccinations and grooming) that allowed for him to be adopted into an extremely loving family that will give him the best care and attention that could be hoped for any person, let alone animal.
Without Chooch’s generosity, this dog would have likely ended up at the shelter and after evaluation would have been put to sleep because of all his health issues. Especially with how “cage brave” (growling and barking at people) he was in his fear at what was happening. We were EXTREMELY lucky to have had the wonderful staff at the animal hospital, thanks to our future housemate, and the ability to afford to do even those basic necessities. Their kindness and love in taking care of this dog that needed so much and ensuring that he had it along with a healthy dose of love and affection is something I will never forget.
Because of this and countless other reasons, Chooch will always be the man of my dreams. A man that I was lucky enough to ensnare and trick into spending the rest of his life with me. A man that I made pinky swear on camera in front of Kaylee that he won’t die until after I do, because I love him so much that I cannot imagine life without him. She sealed the promise with a lick, by the way. Irrefutable contract in any court in the land, dontchaknow. (Did you know I was so needy and high maintenance?)
So as the big world continues to rotate around the sun,
as people go about the hustle and bustle of their pre-holiday chaos,
I wake this morning knowing that there is one person that truly knows each and every one of my deep dark secrets, flaws and failings,
and he loves me anyways.
I am the luckiest woman I know.
2 replies on “Credit Where Credit is Due”
I don’t know about other people, but I do know that I never once saw Chooch as “Viv’s husband” or you as “Chooch’s wife” (Because technically I met him first), I think that it’s very obvious to anyone who actually looks what a team the two of you are. How you compliment each other and are still like teenagers in love (the good parts of that) even after being together for 9 years. You two are a great team and I love you both dearly.
Thank you, Dear Nutty. I’m grateful there are wise people like you that appreciate him for all he is, and I love you too sweetling!