My husband

 I had a small family, a man I wanted to rely on for the rest of my life. That's my husband.

We got to know each other by chance, he was an athlete when he was a student, once went with a friend to cheer in a competition, he and I knew each other.

He's not a romantic person, but he's always there when I need him. You're the man I can be myself, without any cover when I'm around.

So in my fourth year of college, I had a boyfriend. He is also a university student, one year younger than me. At first, I was a bit worried because I thought that age might hinder our relationship, I was more mature than my age, so I was even more worried. But in the end, through it all, you and I are together.

At that time, we were all poor, we were from the provinces, we went to the city to study, we didn't have a computer, we didn't have a good phone, we didn't even have a motorbike. Every day, he often rides me on his bicycle, sometimes driving me to school, sometimes eating at roadside restaurants.

We walked around the beautiful streets of the city, sometimes he would drive with one hand and hold my hand with the other. Although we lack many things, we are still happy and cheerful. [...]

I have never been left behind or waited so long for him in over 10 years (whether then or now). Because, when he stepped out of the school gate, he was waiting there, welcoming me with a warm smile, the first sentence he said was always: "Are you tired?".

Although, I know very well that, compared to me, he is the one who is more tired. Patience, love and understanding, that's who you are.

He understands my family very well, he is also the only person I trust to confide all about my situation. No worries, no fears, no worries.

My family was originally poor, the poorest in the second place where I lived. My father, because he couldn't stand the miserable life, left us when the brothers were still of school age. Dad chose his own life, forgetting the existence of his wife and children.

When he heard me tell about his situation, of course, accompanied by choking breaths, he didn't say anything, just quietly walked over, hugged me tightly, patted me gently on the shoulder.

During the years together, we overcame many difficulties. He and I are both hard-working and progressive people. In addition to going to school, we are also busy with part-time jobs.

However, because we have not graduated from school, our salary is very meager, we used to share a loaf of bread and a lunch box. There are days when we don't have any money left. But one thing is, no matter what, he always holds my hand.

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Up to now, we have been a family for nearly three years, he has always been a husband who loves and pampers me. He is still as patient as ever, the one who is always by my side and holds my hand through the difficulties and storms of life.

He will be quiet whenever I'm excessive or unreasonable, will indulge my transient desires. However, after that, he waited for me to calm down, he would sit down to analyze and solve problems or problems with me.

Our marriage is peaceful like that, not fancy, not rich, but just being peaceful together is enough.

He is a man of few words, rarely doing romantic things such as giving flowers, gifts every holiday, birthday, valentine... because he said both me and him are gifts from each other.

But he will be the one to get up early to prepare breakfast for me and a lunch box for me to take to work. He is a person who is not afraid to go to the market, cook, wash dishes, do laundry, clean the house every time he comes home from work early, in his free time or sees his wife busy or tired.

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After more than 10 years together, I am always grateful to you for being my lover, husband, and companion in my life. In addition to love, you are also a friend, a brother, a benefactor and sometimes, I see you as a father.

I feel so childish when I'm with you, sometimes I pour out all my fatigue and anger on you. I'm so sorry my husband!

In addition, I also want to thank my husband, thank you very much, have a wife who teaches literature, or writes poems and poems about billions of things in the world, but I have never once written to you, about you, about your life. our love. Because for me, no words can express my feelings and gratitude for you, I know when you read these lines, I will hug you again and scold you: "Idiot, wife What is the meaning of a husband?".