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I'm a lucky girl...

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I am so lucky to have Wayne and the relationship we have. He listens to me - even when I'm being silly and worrying over situations that shouldn't matter as much as they do. I'm like that though. Things matter to me that don't seem to matter to other people, but Wayne just gets that about me, so he's always patient when I'm suddenly crying over something that wouldn't necessarily bother the average person. He says it's because my hearts too big and I just can't help it.
Some might describe me as the fiery type, but I used to be a lot worse. I used to be a force to be reckoned with. As I get older, the more cool-headed I become. Since Wayne and I have been together (Dec of 2003), he's only seen me really lose it three times. I'm still fiery and very emotional, but by no means am I like I once was. I do have to admit that there are still certain situations (and people) that can make me lose my composure though.
My husband is a calming influence. A lot of times, when my feelings are hurt, my first response is to get angry, lash out and think later. In the past this has gotten me into trouble and I've been left feeling horrible over something I said and never meant. Luckily because Wayne and I are so close, if he's around I usually go to him before acting. Unfortunately for him - it's usually to cry or carry on (depending on what the situation is and whether or not it's my mother that has hurt my feelings). Somehow, he's become my buffer. He always tells me, 'You have to learn to walk away from a situation before you act.' One of these days, he won't have to tell me and maybe it won't involve me crying to him before I do.
Just last night, I was upset over something and when I told him what it was, he said the wisest, most thoughtful thing that helped more than he probably knows. He always finds just the right thing to say to make it feel better and after a short bout of pouting, I usually do (okay so there might be a bit of shouting and crying before I pout about it).
I don't envy him for having to put up with me and my emotional ways, but I do love him for it. I know I'm too fiery for a lot of men, probably because most men are just as easily fired up, but not my husband - he can calm me down with just one look and a knowing wink. I'm a lucky lucky girl.

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