My Husband Was Not What I Wanted

Before we get into today’s post, I wanted to say thank you, S&T Reader, for your continued support of my blog! I have been MIA for the past several weeks, but that hasn’t stopped by to check on me, read my posts, and make comments. My sincere apologies. My only excuse is that my life has been a little busy. But good busy. That’s another story for another blog post. Thanks for reading today’s post!

Do you ever look at your significant other and think, “How did I ever fall for you?”

I do.

My husband and I have been together for 5 years and I have my moments where this thought crosses my mind. Now, don’t get it twisted. I love him and all, but it amazes me how different he is from what I thought I wanted in a man. He differs from the qualities I had itemized on my list.

You know, the list. The list women make of qualities they want in a man. I started my list at age 16. Then, added to it as I got older.

By the time I was 27 my list looked like this:

Purple Brush Strokes Packing List

Of course, he had to have a good moral code. No cheating, stealing or killing, but that’s a no-brainer.

I measured men against my list constantly. No man ever measured up – a fact that was clear to my girlfriends.

I was at a girlfriend’s house 7 years ago, in the middle of one of my typical monologues about what I wanted in a man and lamenting about how hard it was to find a “good” one. She was rolling her eyes as I was reciting my list. I wasn’t sure what all her eye-rolling was about.

Me: I’m just looking for someone who is 6 feet tall, has a 6-figure salary and drives a nice car.

Girlfriend: Well, you’re going to be looking for a long time.

Me: “No, I’m not,” I retorted, “I’m not settling for anything less than what I want.”

Girlfriend: O….K….

When my guy friend introduced me to my now husband, I knew he wasn’t the one. He didn’t embody the qualities on my list.

  • He was only 5’3 (Strike 1)
  • He was a graduate student in a town 2 hours away (Strike 2)
  • He was unemployed (Strike 3)
  • He did not have a car (Strike 4)

“Well, you can be friends with him. Can’t you?” My guy friend said.

I didn’t have a good rebuttal. The truth is I liked having male friends. They can take you out for dinner. They can introduce you to their male friends. And if they have a crush on you, you can bask in the glory of being the center of his attention.

It’s a win-win for everyone.

thinking man

So, we became friends. He’d call. We’d talked. And through conversation, I learned more about him: he had also taken some engineering classes, earned a degree in medicine, and ran a shoe business on the side.

He was knowledgeable about a variety of different subjects. I always learned something new when speaking with him. And he seemed interested in all of my random ideas for excursions, like day trips to Savannah, hiking up Kennesaw Mountain, or experimenting with eateries around the Atlanta area.

In spite of the 4 criteria that he did not meet, there were others that he did meet.

Intelligence. (Check!)

Good personality. (Check!)

When he asked me out on our first date, I didn’t hesitate to say yes. At the very least, I knew I would have a good time. I didn’t want to be rude when he asked, but the question most prominent in my mind was

What vehicle was he going to use to pick me up?

Tony arrived at my home in a 1996 Nissan Altima that was screaming for a paint job. The engine roared through my neighborhood announcing its age to everyone.

“My uncle gave it to me,” Tony explained. “It’s just something for me to get around in until I finish school.”

The car did not fit into the luxury car that I envisioned, but at least he had one. So, semi-check?

mood GIF-downsized_large

But the item in the passenger seat did fit my category of romantic. He purchased a scarf for my birthday. I mentioned in one of our conversations that I loved scarves. He remembered! (Check!!)

Our date was fun and if Tony wasn’t sure if he liked me before, the date solidified it for him. Tony became assertive about his feelings for me and wanted us to become more than friends.

I was torn.

On the one hand, we had a good time together, he was intelligent and funny. He was honest. He kept his word.

On the other hand, he didn’t live near me and he didn’t have much money. He also wasn’t six feet tall. In fact, he was very far from it.

How would we see each other or get to know one another if he was so far away? And when he graduated, what if he got a job in another city? Then, we’d be even further apart. And he’s short. How are we going to appear in photos if I wear heels? I was working 20-hours per week at the time, so my paychecks were small. How were we going to get by if we both didn’t have money?

Tony wasn’t taking “no” for an answer.

He insisted that he’d come to Atlanta every weekend to visit and promised that the long distance was only a temporary situation. He assured me that after graduation that he’d look for a great job with decent salary and benefits.

So, I didn’t say “no,” but I didn’t say “yes” either.

I simply waited.

In the meantime, Tony kept his promise and came to Atlanta each weekend. Since we didn’t have much money between the two of us, our weekends consisted of us going to a park, splitting a meal at Chipotle, or hanging out at each other’s homes.

One weekend, I had a black-tie event at work and Tony had a conflict and wasn’t able to make it. He rearranged his schedule and showed up at the last minute. I was happily surprised.

“Are y’all dating yet?” My girlfriend asked.

“I don’t know,” I said. “We’re friends.”

“Friends?” she said, eyebrows raised, “Didn’t you go out last weekend and the weekend before that? Doesn’t he come to town each weekend to see you? Don’t y’all talk every night? You’re dating, Yaa, you just don’t know it.”

And that terrified me! I couldn’t be dating someone I didn’t think was the one.

He still didn’t meet all of the items on my checklist, so I did what any girl attached to the persona of her dream man would do.

I broke up with him.

And of course, it was dramatic. Tears. Proclamations of love, followed by the assertion that we could not spend any more time together if we were breaking up.

Our time apart was painful. I missed him and realized that my girlfriend had a point. Tony may have been unemployed or lived 2 hours away, but he seemed committed to me. Since he was hard working and intelligent, it was only a matter of time before he got a great job with benefits. So, after two months of unofficially dating, I decided to let go of all the items on the list and give it a try.

That was the best decision I had ever made.

Tony landed a great job 6 months after completing his graduate degree. Unfortunately, the job was in Florida, 6 hours away from my home in Atlanta. We endured a total of 4 years of long distance before we finally found ourselves in the same city in 2017.

Maintaining a long distance relationship was not easy, but Tony was committed to making the relationship work despite the hundreds of miles separating us. He traveled as often as he could. He made sacrifices to make the relationship work.

Over the course of our relationship and now marriage, I realize how petty some of the items on my list were. Who cares how tall someone is? Tony makes me happy and none of those ways has anything to do with his height. The good thing about me is that I’m pretty petite as well. I’m 5’2, so he is still taller than me. And plus, Tony has such a strong and assertive personality, I often forget his height.

I think about the conversations I had with my girlfriends several years ago and chuckle. I was silly to think that a man that checked each item off my list would make me happy. I had no idea what I was talking about.

Don’t get me wrong Tony isn’t perfect and neither is our relationship. We’re both doing what we can to make it work. I am relieved that I didn’t let some silly list get in the way of my happiness.

So S&T did you have a list? How does your partner measure up to your list? Let’s chat below!

15 thoughts on “My Husband Was Not What I Wanted

  1. Positively Alyssa says:

    What a fantastic and very REAL post! I never knew other people had these thoughts sometimes. I do love my husband with all my heart, but sometimes he drives me CRAZY. During the times he is driving me crazy I often feel that he has changed a lot over the 14 years we have been together. I do not remember him being so darn negative ALL the time. Thank you for sharing this!! I am also making a guess that you and I might live kind of close to each other. Well when I say close, I am meaning just a few hours. Small world!!! I really do love your ever so real attitude!!!

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  2. The Lockwood Echo says:

    Sounds like you and your husband have something really special that many others could only dream of putting on their list. I met my partner at work, we took a shine to each other but were both in tricky places emotionally. We were kindred spirits and over the course of 6 months became the best of friends. By the time we decided to give the ‘couple’ thing a go, we knew everything about each other including the skeletons in the closet! And 13 years later I still worship the ground he walks on. Becoming friends first was definitely the best track and I bet that’s why you two have also stood the test of time 😉

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  3. thenakedwriter says:

    He remembered! (Check!!) — BIG BIG BIG Check! A man who LISTENS and ACTS — Yes Lawd!!!

    Girl you forget a check…. CHIPOTLE— CHECK! CHECK! CHECK!!! lol

    Wow! Thanks so much for sharing this! That list thing gets us every time, don’t it though? lol

    I’m sort of wondering why you didn’t move and join him in FL? Assuming y’all would’ve been married by then… IF you care to share 🙂

    And seriously, he was coming to see you EVERY weekend and you didn’t consider that dating? I don’t know Yaa… lol. I gotta side with your friend on that one!

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    • Scribbles and Tostitos says:

      Hi Mac! I miss you. Just thought about you this morning and then I see your comment on my page 😃

      Good question. Why didn’t move with him to FL? At the time, I was a part-time contractor and was trying to find my way in Atlanta. I didn’t move with him because his job was also temporary contract work as well. He was struggling to find his feet and establish himself in his career and I was struggling too. We decided it was best that we remain in our respective cities until I found a permanent job in FL or he found one in Atlanta.

      Four months after his move to FL, I moved to attend grad school in NC. Then, I found a job in NC and after he found a permanent job in NC, he joined me here.

      Whew, long story but I hope that answered your question. Maybe I should post the full story here. What do you think?

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  4. DGGYST says:

    I could have written this about my marriage. My husband had bright red dreadlocks down to his waist, a lip ring, and worked as a barista in a coffee shop. When he asked me out I thought ” not in a million years.” I was a regular at the coffee place he worked at, slowly got to know him, caved and went on a date. Best decision I have ever made

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  5. talkswithtati says:

    The fact that this was me!! So my now husband is nowhere “my type/list” My list was 6 footer, chocolate, waves, athlete and love to travel. My husband is 5’10, a light bright with dreads and far from athletic. He can shoot a basketball but that’s about it. He’s literally the complete opposite and my best friend lol

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  6. kedawithani says:

    This is a fantastic riveting post. I have a post somewhere on the exact same thing…this sounds so much like me🙈🙈

    Your girlfriend sounds so much like my girlfriend…

    It was only recently I burned that list to ashes…who was I kidding… I resigned to the fact I didnt want anyone in my life because no one could measure up to my pc of paper…

    “What vehicle was he going to use to pick me up?” Hahahah 🙋guilty

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