Happy Anniversary Husband. I love you!
Husband, being an eye surgeon, checked my eyes at some point during our courtship. He told me I had the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen, and he'd know-he's an eye doctor. Aw! I thought that was the cutest thing he ever said to me. I believed him as I have blue eyes and while I've never thought them stunning I figured he was delusionally in love with me. Years later at a party I was speaking with a pleasant gentlemen who turned out also to be an ophthalmologist. After explaining husband is in same profession he said, " I bet he told you that you had the prettiest eyes he's ever seen and he'd know because he's an eye doctor. Right?" Shocked and suspicious my eyes were pretty, I said, "Yes, how'd you know?" He explained, "They tell us to say that the first day of school." I did not speak to husband the rest of the evening.
Once married I've developed a theory. You have to be a bit of a bitch. I don't like to be, but it's something I've learned from other successfully married couples (celebrating 20+ years rather than 12.)
Husband and I honeymooned in Fiji. When we returned I lived in a new town and had a new last name. I rerecorded my voice mail with my new name and went about getting a new license and social security card. I tried very hard not to make a mistake when introducing myself. I was no longer Beth Willson, I was Beth Dunn. We had an event the first weekend we were home for the hospital, Bob Newhope was the speaker. It was a black tie affair in Atlantic City where I would be his wife for the first time, I was excited to go. Forgetting to eat and having wine is never a good combo for me. We were chatting with a fellow surgeon when husband introduced me as Beth Willson. I was so angry! Here, I'd tried all week to be Beth Dunn and husband had already forgotten! Our entire 1 year engagement he frequently asked me, "Are you Done yet?" (Get it Dunn?) I refused to speak with him and continued to drink wine. He finally dragged me away from dinner, annoyed that I was being psycho. We were gifted a large basket of salt water taffy from James which I promptly threw at his head (my aim was slightly off as I had been drinking on empty tummy). I missed, it landed by his feet. I don't think my actions clarified my sanity. Husband proceeded to pick up the basket and grab me by the arm and throw me in our car-a wedding present. We get a laugh about our first fight.