- The dogs wouldn’t like it if we split up.
- The kids wouldn’t like it if we split up.
- The record collection wouldn’t like it if we split up. Apart from Meat Loaf (mine) and The Sex Pistols (his), they’ve been one big, happy family for too long for a separation to work.
- The Hub wouldn’t like it if we split up. He thinks thirty years of fights, kids, pets, fights, moving, troubles, fights, problems, woes and fights should mean something. What a nitpicker.
- He strokes my hair when I can’t sleep.
- I pull his hair when he annoys me. Whose hair would I pull if I didn’t have the Hub?
- He still thinks I’m beautiful.
- Poor, misguided fools are my thing.
- He doesn’t mind that I spend all of our money on books. Well, he does; but he doesn’t complain about it.
- He found it perfectly reasonably that I wanted our wedding song to be one written by a country singer about leaving her famous married lover which I discovered in a movie about a whorehouse.
- He buys the most thoughtful gifts: Presidential balls; trips to the Globe, the ballet, the theatre; long socks; Maltesers.
- He knows me inside out – watching a group on last week’s Britain’s Got Talent, he said he knew which one I found the most attractive. He was right. Then he said he knew which one I found next-most attractive. He did. And so on, through all five of them. The man’s a freak.
- He can fix anything. He can take an appliance apart, put it back together, throw the leftover screws (there are always leftover screws when he repairs something) in the recycling box and the machine works like new. It’s scary. And saves us a fortune (next point refers).
- He only sighs when my techneptitudinal brain breaks appliances by mere confused glances.
- He makes me laugh.
- He lets me make fun of him on my blog; which means he makes you lot laugh, too.
- He’s a know-it-all but, what’s worse, is that he’s not often wrong. It’s annoying. I include it as a reason to stay married, however, because I need the challenge of pointing out his errors. It’s what gets me through the day since I gave up Sudoku.
- He’s as hard as nails on the outside but a big, soppy mare over animals. Which is why we have, in the course of thirty years, owned seven gerbils, three cockatiels, three budgies, five cats, four dogs and several thousand fish. Why do you think I read so much? I can’t find him in the zoo and I need to pass the time somehow.
- He gave me two beautiful children. And seven gerbils, three cockatiels, three budgies, five cats, four dogs and several thousand fish.
- He sews up a storm. Our kids always had the best costumes at school events.
- He accepts that I am not romantic and all of my love poems to him tend to poke fun at his own wild romanticism.
- He cooks like a Michelin-starred chef. He gathers together interesting ingredients and voilà! a three course meal for brunch. It does my head in that he’s not well enough to cook anymore. How selfish of him to get ill like that.
- He can really drive. I mean really. His parallel parking is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
- He’s the boss. He says we have to stay married. You know I’m an obedient wife who never disagrees with him, so staying married it is.
- He doesn’t like poetry and complains that I should be writing a runaway bestseller to support us. He totally believes I’m capable of it. To shut him up, I had a go at NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month – the aim of which is to write 50,000 words in a month). I managed 12,000 words of a dull romance in which my hero was a traffic warden. Need I say more?
- Back to the not liking poetry – he complains that it won’t make us any money and then ferries me around from one free/unpaid gig/workshop/event to another, leaving me with a kiss and collecting me later with another kiss.
- He has no patience and a short fuse. This might not seem like a reason to stay married to him; and you’re right: it’s not. But I have to remind myself as I’m writing this list that he’s not perfect by any means, despite his great husbandness; otherwise, I might start appreciating him.
- He’ll read this list and write thirty reasons why he should stay married to me, and I guarantee it’ll be all soppy and nice and make me all gooey inside. He’s really annoying sometimes.
- To prove the scoffers wrong. Lots of people predicted that we would break up within a year when we got married. I don’t know why; it’s not like I broke off our engagement three times or anything…oh, wait…
- Love.
Happy 30th anniversary, darling. Love you. x
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