Hubby loves to tell others he's the inspiration behind all of my heroes. Um, yeah. Those who know him laugh at his silly joke. While I love Hubby dearly, he's far from romantic and more like...a bra. Supportive, always there when I need him, lifts me up when I'm feeling down, nice to look at, plays an important role, and is close to my heart. If he really wants to he can be romantic (which has happened about five times in the twenty-three years we've been together), but he prefers to be practical (much like my bras).
Most days Hubby and are like a Playtex 18-hour bra, straight from the box. What you see is what you get. There's nothing wrong with it, but nothing glamours either. Fully functioning, supportive, comfortable, and hey, even breathable (we don't hover and give each other plenty of space).
It's nice, isn't it?
It's nice, isn't it?
More often then not, our time together ends up being sports bra days. We do chores, work on project inside and outside the house, run errands, and sometimes even exercise together.
Necessary, sometimes fun, not very flattering and often sweaty. Sports bra relationship.
Necessary, sometimes fun, not very flattering and often sweaty. Sports bra relationship.
So where does sexy lingerie fall into all of this? It doesn't. Hubby is Mr. Practical to a fault and is not fooled by something that serves no practical purpose. Which doesn't make a very romantic man now, does it? However, he has yet to ever complain about any impractical...er...purchases I have made.
At the end of the day--just about every day--I'm thankful for my unromantic, hard working and very practical husband because he takes care of our family and I know he loves me and is loyal and faithful and kind and a wonderful daddy to our crazy kids.
What kind of bra is your significant other?
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