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Marriage

I was supposed to type a blog entry last night when Kernan nudged me from the other side of the bed,

“Can you check this proposal for me?”

I had just put Jamaine to sleep and I was aching for some “me time” which meant either blogging, journaling or reading. I’ve been at work the whole day and I consider my “me time” my chance to unwind.

Checking Kernie’s proposal would take me a whole two hours, after which I know I’ll feel tired and just go to sleep. This means “me time” will just become sleep time.

Do I have to do this now? I thought to myself. The selfish brat was sticking out its head.

Then as if on cue, a friend’s words rung in my head,

If there’s one piece of marriage advice I could give you, it’s to remember this: ‘Honey, if it’s important to you, it’s important to me.’

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One night, Kernan and I were about to have dinner when I found him holding up the two plates of hot rice in front of the aircon.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Cooling off the rice, it’s too hot. I like my rice a bit cold.”

“But I like my rice hot.”

“Okay, do you want me to reheat it for you in the microwave?”

“Oh, never mind.”

I love warm meals so I couldn’t quite understand then why Kernan preferred his a bit cold. He should eat his meals while they’re still warm because that’s the way it should be, shouldn’t it?

During our first months together, a lot of people would ask me how Kernan and I got along.

“You’re such opposites.” People would tell us.

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Hubby packed his shirt, towels, ipod and gloves in his bag. He was getting ready to go to the gym.

As he took off his shirt to change into his gym clothes, he pinched the flesh on his belly and said, “I’m fat.”

“No you’re not, you’re just a bit chubby.”

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It started with a series of text messages sent in the wee hours of the morning.

I would hear his cellphone’s beep and somehow I felt that there was something not quite right about it.

I would say a woman’s gut feeling is one of her most precious gifts. It is what helped me discover what was wrong.

For a time, I kept quiet about what I felt.

She could be just a friend. I tried to justify to myself.

Don’t be such a little jealous girl. I warned myself.

But why did I have such a nagging feeling about the whole thing?

Finally, I decided to ask. There was no point in killing myself over my own thoughts. Didn’t we say we will be open to each other about our problems?

All I needed to do was ask so I would find out the truth.

But I did not. He lied.

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Kernan left for China last Friday for a special project and he won’t be back until Tuesday. I’ve been missing him a whole lot and wish I could pull the days faster.

Since roaming charges can pack a ton, we just communicate through text which makes me miss him even more.

The last time we were away from each other was when he went to Vietnam last year. Since I was quite busy with work and wedding preparations then, my attention was quite divided.

But since I’ve switched jobs (story in another post) and I have no major events upcoming, I have weekends all to myself and it makes me feel his absence more.

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When you know that you know who you love, you can’t deny it.
Or go back, or give up, or pretend that you don’t buy it.
When it’s clear this time you’ve found the one, you’ll never let him go
Cos you know and you know that you know.
When you feel in your skin in your [...]

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One year ago, Kernan and I were wed in simple and wonderful civil rites in Binan, Laguna.
The other day, we celebrated 5 years and 4 months of our relationship and 1 year as husband and wife.
He often asks if we could just pick one date to celebrate: either our official date in June [...]

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You are and you will always be the only man I love.

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