One Year Later; I Still Suck At Being A Boyfriend

Bell and I I’m not sure if I’ll be a good husband, I’m not even sure I will be a good father. Sometimes I don’t know if I’m a great man but I know for a fact I’m not a great boyfriend. I can be cold when I need to be caring, I can be quiet when I need to talk. I can be loud when I should be listening. I could go on forever but you get it.

Through all of that this woman has put up with it. Put up with it is the wrong word, she’s accepted that I suck at being a boyfriend but she loves me regardless.
Let me say that again. She’s accepted that I suck at being a boyfriend and she loves me regardless.

There were a lot of post yesterday about love and relationships. Engagements and admiration. This is my truth. I have never argued as much with anyone about anything than I have argued with this woman this past year. I have never had so many memorable moments and so many moments that I wanted to take back. We haven’t lived a fairytale where I’ve been Prince Charming but most importantly; we haven’t given up on each other because we see the value in each other.

We’ve walked hand in hand on foreign beaches watching the sun rise and we’ve driven 45 minutes not speaking to each other for some of the pettiest reasons you can imagine. There’s been private ballrooms at Perry’s and then there was nights were there were gourmet hot dogs with sliced bread and those wieners that have 23 different types of meats in them. Happiness isn’t perfect moments and perfect chemistry because life can never be those things all the time. Happiness is knowing that a Walking Dead Marathon and cheap wine are just as special as the best steak in the world because it’s about the time spent more than anything.
Yesterday marked one year of me being a horrible boyfriend.

And you want to know something, I wouldn’t change any of it for the world! You can have your perfect love stories with your perfect scripts and I’ll take chaos, passion, hope, talent and endurance.

She’s an incredibly dope woman that will do incredibly dope things and I’m just happy I have a front row seat for it.

Stop Talking About What You Want In A Wife and Start Talking About What You Want To Be As A Husband

  It’s really easy to talk about what we want in someone. I want a woman that’s fine and smart and sexy and giving, etc. I want a woman that’s caring and beautiful and fashionable. What we forget though, what matters more than what we want is who we are and what we attract. 

That leads me to the point of this article. Instead of constantly talking about what you want; talk about what you want to be. We attract what we are, it’s that simple. It’s easy to say we have bad luck or attract the wrong people but that’s not the case. We give people the time of day because there’s something in them that we see in ourselves.

When I think about the type of husband I want to be I don’t think about what my future wife would want or be attracted to. I think about what type of woman would be attracted to the man I’m becoming; the man I am. Part of being a good husband or boyfriend is becoming a good man first. Not how I look with my shirt off or my ambitions as a provider but having the type of soul, standards, morals and heart that will stand adversity. Six packs become kegs, wavy hair becomes a receding hairline. A great job becomes Exxon Mobil laying off a 1000 people on a Tuesday. Commitment has to be deeper than that. Commitment has to lie at the heart of the man you are. 

This isn’t the point where I rattle off a list of traits and characteristics where women ohh and ahh. This isn’t the point where I take shots at other men they still have a lot of growing to do in their relationship. This is the point where I say, “Just because you fall short today doesn’t mean you can’t stand tall tomorrow. Just because you aren’t the man or woman you’d want your son or daughter to marry tonight; that doesn’t mean you can’t be that man or woman two months from now.” The reason couples seem so perfect today and they’re divorced tomorrow is because they dated, fell in love with and married representatives. You can’t bare your soul to a representative. Look inside yourself and there you will find the reflection of who it is you want in your heart.