I feel special today. My husband did not forget me on this very Heart’s Day. Here’s a Hershey’s chocolate arrangement in a vase that he gave me this morning. Indeed a sweet start of my day. I love you my husband with all my heart! Thank you for your ever loving, sweet and kind thoughts towards your wife.
Chocolates to eat, surely me and the girls can have something to munch for days to come! We have been married for 9 years and four months yet he maintains that sweet gesture he showed me since the beginning of our courtship. I am lucky and blessed to have found the right man.
When I was still in the Philippines, he used to send me greeting cards in snail mails and fresh flowers deliveries in special occasions… and 9 years later, he still does that. Aren’t I the luckiest?
Again I had this strange dream last night. I dreamed of being in the Philippines staying at my parents’ house with my baby. In my dream, I had an argument with my mother, she was nagging at me so bad that I got tired of it. She couldn’t stop nagging at the man who slept in my bedroom who has a long blond hair, skinny, white skin and blue eyes..for sure it wasn’t my first American boyfriend for he was too handsome- the Ryan Gosling type of guy that I’ve seen in a movie, The Notebook.
I was so upset with my mother because of that. Somehow deep in my thoughts, I had three boyfriends at that time, one named Luke Kerr who was my first boyfriend in real life, my husband whom I call Lalabs- he was left here in America, I was in the Philippines for a vacation and the third guy who was sleeping in my bedroom. Of these three guys I mention, the only one that I so missed and I was looking for is my husband.
In my dream I uttered, Lalabs! calling him because I missed him so much. So the lesson is, either in reality or in my dreams, all I ever wanted is my husband and no one else…I guess I just love him so much that he stand out among any other guys I’ve had relationships with in my past…
I had the most terrible dream just before I woke this morning. I didn’t know how to react whether to be mad or to be thankful when I was finally awaken by the daylight and from my husband’s little movement when he got up from bed for I was just so mad at him in my dream.
We were in the nicest island in the Philippines for a vacation, at first I enjoyed it there then all of the sudden an older woman came to us handed some paperworks to my husband, he signed the forms for adoption of my cousin in Manila- the one who posted nude photos of herself on Facebook in real life. The forms were all filled up and ready for a lawyer’s approval.
What made me so mad is that my husband did it without consulting me first whether I am gonna approve the said adoption or not. How could he do that to his wife? And I so hated that, plus the fact that this woman is the same age as me. Furthermore, he brought home the woman, in the same exact room we are sleeping I saw her there and told him to send her out ‘coz we needed to talk which he did.
Then I burst into so much anger, pounding my husband’s chest so hard, crying and sulking. I couldn’t believe myself for I was really mad as hell. I was ready to walk away from him, packed my bags and walked on the street so fast all alone by myself and never looked back… but then my mother kept up with me asking what’s wrong. I told her that my husband is fucking with my cousin, why the hell he’s adopting her for? All along I thought my husband was in love with me and that he was all into me but then why a sudden change of feelings??? And a never ending cry….
When I finally brought back myself to reality, I found myself lying flat on my back on the bed @ 8:30 in the morning… I was so mad in my dreams that it made me so upset upon waking up, I really thought it was true. They say dreams are the opposite of what is true in real life…which I agree 100%.
I know my husband pretty well, he never made any decisions especially major ones without acknowledging my presence in his life and never will he do stupid things like that in my dreams…. When I told him about my nightmare, he said maybe I keep thinking bad things about him but what was portrayed in my dreams wasn’t what I was thinking before going to bed last night. I had mix of emotions yes, but my thinking was far from being how bad my husband was…. hmmpppppp stupid dreams!!
…. read the development of the Officer’s condition here Fort Worth Officer Who Crashed Now in Intensive Care
I was in the midst of enjoying my late lunch yesterday afternoon while watching Judge Judy when a flash news about a Fort Worth Police Officer shown in the screen lost control of his vehicle and hit a tree, critically injured written in BOLD letters on the tv screen that sent a shock right through my spirit. As the video coverage went on, I was sweating profusely that I was like in over a hundred degree temperature outside.
How could I not be so scared if my husband is out there too working the same line of work as the one flashed on the news? God forbid, accidents do happen anytime and to anyone. I felt hanging by the news not getting any information as to who that police officer was. I was frightened to my bones! 5 minutes went on when the news reporter finally revealed the age and years of experience of the officer and I was like THANK YOU, LORD for it wasn’t my husband! He is a 37 year-old with 15 years experience in policing and that Officer is Richard A. Lambing.
Though I was relieved of what I heard, I can’t help but feel bad of the Officer because of how badly damaged the car was. The way witnesses describe the sound of impact that should tell you how strong the force was that made the Officer unconscious and unresponsive. “a sound of a tire blowout and an 18-wheeler truck crashed” as described by one of the witnesses of the accident. Imagine that.
As a wife of a Police Officer, I can only put my spirit at ease when my husband retires in four years time….
My husband got sick last night and it worried me down to my bones. Negative thoughts came to my mind, what if he poisoned himself with rat pee by drinking the beer from the can although I was so sure that he used a mug to drink his beer not directly from the can. But what can I do, I’m just his wife who cares so much about him.
He was working the plumbing in two sinks in the bathroom at the same time drinking beer unknowingly he drank too much of it that made him sick. He threw up and needed to lay down occasionally as he said to put his head together. Whose fault is that now?
Him being sick resulted to skipping his dinner and the movie. At 9 pm, he was already snoring and woke up once in a while and then went to snore again. The baby was sleeping as well so there is no reason for me to stay up late and went to bed at 11.