My fiancé is literally the perfect man… for me at least. I’m not kidding when I say that I think about how happy I am to have met him pretty much daily. I actually consider myself pretty lucky to have him in my life, and while I know it’s important to be grateful for your partner, “luck” should have nothing to do with it—it should just naturally be like this.
- In my experience, most men are a-holes. I know I can’t write off an entire gender because of a few bad experiences, but pretty much all of the interactions I’ve had with men have been terrible. I’ve not just seen a-hole behavior in men I’ve dated but in ones I’ve known and even liked a lot throughout my entire life. They treat women like maids, play games with their hearts, cheat on them, the list goes on and on. Yeah, some women are crappy too, but I don’t think it’s quite as bad. Having a good one seems like a miracle.
- He worships my body. I’ve literally never had a man make me feel so good about the way I look. It’s not like men have come straight out and called me fat (though that has happened on more than one occasion), but most of them show it in subtler, more insidious ways like making me keep my top on during sex, commenting on what or how much I’m eating, or giving me a once-over with a disgusted look on their face. My fiancé actually loves how I look and can’t keep his hands off me. All the things I hate about myself, he loves and can’t get enough of.
- He doesn’t withhold his feelings. I’ve never once had to wonder what my fiancé is thinking or feeling since he tells me straight up. I never question his feelings for me; I know he loves me not just because he says it but because he shows it. Not having to stress about where I stand with a guy is an absolute blessing.
- He doesn’t judge me for anything. I’ve had boyfriends who’ve judged me for not exercising, for who my friends were, for what music or TV shows I liked, etc. It got to the point where I used to kind of hide my choices for fear of being judged. Now, none of that matters. I’m actually free to be my weird wonderful self and not only does my future husband not care, he actually loves it.
- He supports me 100%. I never used to share my hopes and dreams in life, but when I finally opened up with my fiance about wanting to become an author, he was incredibly supportive. In fact, he helps me in any way he can to make it happen. Every choice I make, he’s right there beside me offering me his unwavering loyalty and being my biggest cheerleader. What more can I ask for?
- I’ve never once doubted his faithfulness. In my previous relationship, I knew my boyfriend was cheating. He never admitted it but I’m not an idiot—I knew. With my fiancé, I’ve never been in the position of having to worry about whether or not he’s being faithful. We’ve been together for two years and I know for sure that I’m the only one he wants.
- He’s an amazing father to our son. When I tell people about how we work as a team to raise our child, people tell me how lucky I am to have a man that helps out. Help out? It’s his child too! Why is it assumed that my job as a mom is a given but being a dad is an optional gift? He’s not “helping out” when he changes diapers, does feedings, or cleans clothes or laundry—that’s his job. It should be expected.
- He really is my best friend. I know a lot of women say this about their spouse, but do they really mean it? I do. My fiancé actually listens to me when I talk, shows genuine concern for my feelings, recognizes my accomplishments, and supports my dreams. Without a doubt, he’s the person I can go to with anything.
- I feel bad for gushing about him. I know that I’m lucky for having an amazing man in my life. I want to scream it from the rooftops, but I also don’t want to make other women feel bad for not being in a similar position. I’ve been to hell and back in various relationships, so while I feel like I’ve “earned” my happiness, in a way, I also know finding him was somewhat random and other women haven’t been as fortunate in love yet.
