So, we’ve finally reached our big day. Our marriage can now legally have an alcoholic drink in the United States. 😉 I never questioned that we’d make it to 21 years, as long as one of us didn’t die before the big day. We’re ridiculously well suited to each other and get along very well. While I would never say never, when it comes to things like marriage, I have a strong feeling that we will never part by divorce. We just like each other too much. Yes, we LOVE each other, but we also like each other. And there is an important difference between liking and loving.
There is no one else on the planet who makes me feel more comfortable than Bill does. I can say and do pretty much anything that doesn’t involve committing a felony in front of him. He doesn’t care. He loves me for all the ways I am, even when I’m sick, hangry, or just in a really foul mood. He doesn’t lose patience with me when I’m depressed, drunk, anxious, or angry, and he celebrates, and even appreciates, my love of food and drink.
Not every man would be willing to visit Armenia to celebrate a wedding anniversary. Armenia is pretty cool, and it’s come a long way since the 1990s, but it’s not Paris or Amsterdam or even Warsaw. Yerevan has some very beautiful aspects to it, but there are still many old Soviet era buildings that are crumbling; the air quality is not the best; and there’s still a lot of work to be done to make it a city on par with some of the ones that are closer to where we live. And yet, we’ve managed to have an amazing experience over the past few days.
I feel quite certain that it will take me a long time to get over this trip, if I ever manage to do so. I think Bill is similarly affected. I’ve seen him verklempt more than once since we got here early Saturday morning. What the landscape is missing in natural beauty is made up for by the beauty of the warm hearted, hospitable, kind people we’ve met in Yerevan. That is one thing that has not changed since I left here in 1997.
Bill is always game for following my whims, even when they require breaking out of his comfort zone. He’s gone to several nude spas with me, for instance… and hasn’t complained. When I asked him to get a job in Germany when he retired, he was all for it and complied with enthusiasm. He doesn’t mind when I write about him or our relationship truthfully, and he can take it when I remind him to break out the tweezers and pluck his wild eyebrows. 😀 He’s always interested in hearing my opinions, even when they don’t align with his opinions. He laughs at all my jokes, even the really gross and inappropriate ones. And he’s a fan of everything I do, from writing erotic fiction, to singing songs, to posting blog rants, to cleaning the toilets and washing the sheets. It also helps that we’re both a little kinky and our kinks are pretty much the same. 😀
As for me, I don’t mind following Bill wherever he goes… and that has meant giving up my own plans of having a career and children of my own. I thought I wanted those things when I was younger, but now I realize I wouldn’t trade what I have now, for what I thought I wanted back then. I have been given all I need. No one makes me happy like Bill does… and no one makes me feel as loved and protected as he does. This man has my whole heart and soul… and my whole ass, which unfortunately, is quite a lot! 😉
For 21 years, we’ve kept each other safe and warm… and I hope we’ll have at least more 21 years together, so I can keep writing these very mushy posts on our anniversaries. We are blessed to be together. And, if you consider some of the things we’ve faced since we’ve known each other, you might realize that it wasn’t necessarily a given that this was going to work out. Bill could have easily died in the Pentagon on 9/11 or when he was in Iraq… or his ex wife could have ruined our relationship… or any number of other disasters could have happened.
So here’s to our 21 years of a wonderful life together… And now, I’m going to close this post and get on with today’s sights and sounds in Yerevan!