You and I against the world: Don’t Leave a Great Thing for a Good One

Because sometimes love looks like calm in your chaos and kisses that heal more than words.

Let me be clear: I love my husband. Deeply.

When we first got married, I’ll be honest—I had moments of uncertainty. 

Then one day, he looked at me and said, “You can go after what you want, but don’t be surprised if you lose what you’ve got.”

That stayed with me. And after thinking it through, I realized—what I have is worth keeping.

That doesn’t mean temptation doesn’t try it. I still have men who come on to me — bold, persistent, flattering. And yes, every now and then, I remind my husband (in the most loving, wife-way possible) that I can be lost. That I’m not chained here. I’m choosing him — and that choice is precious.

 But let’s be real: when I chose him, I chose a winner. I got a man who gets me. Who doesn’t just love me, but understands me. Who knows how to “deal with me,” as he likes to say — with patience, wit, and the kind of strength that doesn’t shout but shows up.

Now listen… I’m not perfect (close, I know), but I have my moments. Sometimes I raise my voice. Sometimes I get all in my feelings, snap, pout, or walk around in a mood — then turn around and ask him, “Why do you look upset?” as if I didn’t just bring the storm in.

And that’s when he does what only a man in love can do.

He massages my feet. He rubs the tension out of my shoulders. He helps me come down from whatever emotional ledge I’ve climbed. He calms me — not by controlling me, but by covering me.

And his kisses? Listen. They are the kind that speak louder than apologies, louder than flowers. The kind that make you forget why you were even mad. 

And then there are moments…
When he’s being an absolute jerk and I find myself wondering, “Did I make the right decision?”

But even in those moments—I’d still choose him.
Because truthfully, I’d rather deal with my jerk, than try to start over with anyone else.

Flawed and all—he’s mine. And I love him.

He makes me laugh even when he's being very petty. He triggers me in ways only someone who truly knows me can. But even when he gets under my skin, he stays under my heart.

So no — I’m not leaving a great thing for a good one. Good is surface. Good is temporary. Great is deep, committed, and tested. Great holds your hand when your pride says push away. Great massages your feet when your mind can’t rest. Great remembers why it all started, and chooses every day to continue.

My husband is great. And I won’t trade that in for anything less — not attention, not compliments, not momentary excitement. I know what I have.

Let’s talk, sis:
Have you ever had to check yourself when “good” tried to distract you from your “great”? What little things does your man do that remind you he's the one? Drop it in the comments. Let’s celebrate love that lasts. 

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