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I Love My Husband Sayings and Quotes

Below you will find our collection of inspirational, wise, and humorous old i love my husband quotes, i love my husband sayings, and i love my husband proverbs, collected over the years from a variety of sources.


When I say I love you, I don't say it casually. I say it to remind you that you are my everything, and the best thing that has ever happened to me in my life.     

Anurag Prakash

Even though many years have passed by, I still feel so loved by you. It still feels like just yesterday when we got engaged and then after a little while got married - I love you so much!

Ruby Walks

I love you in the morning, in the middle of the day, in the hours we are together, and the hours we are away.

Mika

I cannot stop loving you every day, you never stop spoiling me with surprises. I am very happy to be with you, every day I love you more and it seems like yesterday that we got married.

Hernan

I never loved you any more than I do, right this second. And I'll never love you any less than I do, right this second.

Beautiful Creatures

I love you like crazy and you have got my mind hazy. I am so happy that I have a life partner like you. There is so much of peace in my heart, now that you are in my life.

Tory Derek

Today I promise you that I will stay with you forever. I will never cheat you. I will always hold your hand through good and bad times in our life. I will love you with all my heart and soul.

Anurag Prakash

I'm not perfect. You're not perfect. But two people can be perfect together, perfect for each other.

Valerie Lee

You are my one, my only, my everything, my shining star, my reason for living, I love you so much thank you for loving me. Together forever.

Nishan Panwar

I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.

Roy Croft

You are such a blessing in my life. The kids are so happy and you keep all of us so happy. You are the man that any woman would want in her life. Thank you so much for being what you are.

Gloria Tellies

Like a flying bird you came into my life. Your love was the strength that let me take the plunge. I didn't think that I would ever be this way but you have changed all things for me.     

Kimberly Johnson

I love my husband, but it is nothing like a conversation with a woman that understands you. I grow so much from those conversations.     

Beyonce Knowles

I remember perfectly when I first met you, it was such a special day that I keep in my mind. With your eyes you conquered my heart and in that moment I realized that I would stay by your side forever. Our relationship is sincere and will endure with the passing of the years.     

Hernan

Sep 11, Perhaps that's why I was taken aback when God reminded me of a You are the only person in the world who can make your spouse feel.

You Mean the World to Me Quotes

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Dear Polly,

I love my husband, and I think he’s the best person by far I’ve ever been involved with. I certainly never liked anyone enough to want to marry them before. He’s smart and kind and funny and handsome and he laughs at soooooo many of my jokes and we have great chemistry. He puts up with my obnoxious dogs and gets along with my friends. He has a good and admirable job. He tells me I’m smart and beautiful, and it seems like he means it.

But the entire time I’ve been with him, I’ve stayed a mess. I met him at a time when my life was fraying, and he was doing very badly as well (he was living with his mom), and I’ve just kept going down. I had a not-so-good but admirable job at the time I met him, which I later lost. Since then, I’ve drifted. I barely do anything these days. I take jobs and do them halfheartedly and then quit. In the time we’ve been together, I’ve tried antidepressants and therapy, but nothing has changed. In the time we’ve been together, he’s gone from being unemployed, living at his mom’s house, and doing way too many drugs to graduating from law school, staying off hard drugs, and landing his impressive job. He’s not a dick — he tries to suggest that I go back on antidepressants, look for work, whatever, but lately I’ve been feeling like maybe the thing that’s keeping my life fucked up is being in a relationship with him.

I love him so much and I believe he loves me and that feels good, but I was better off in nearly every way when I was in unsatisfying relationships or single, even though my life was by no means perfect or even happy a lot of the time. I know if we divorced it would throw my life into serious chaos. We don’t have any savings. I’m not working, like I mentioned. My credit sucks. I have those bad dogs, which would make finding a place of my own even harder. I’m not getting any younger, and I’m definitely not getting any more dateable (I’m 38).

But I have to wonder if chaos is what I need, because nothing else — going to therapy, taking prescribed medication, writing in a goddamn journal, MICRODOSING lol — seems to be knocking me out of this sad, ghostlike existence. Writing it out sounds so bitchy, like I’m blaming him for my unhappiness, which I’m not. I just feel like, how can this relationship possibly be good for me when I feel so bad and function so little all the time? People always compare mental illness to cancer and other physical ailments, and when I think of it like that, I know he’s not necessarily causing my problems, but he’s also okay being married to someone who’s slowly dying and doesn’t seem capable of getting the medical attention necessary to treat it.

I don’t know why I’m like this. I don’t know why it feels safer to do less and less than to keep trying to get better, but I know I’ve created this situation where I can be with someone who will put up with that and make sure we have food and shelter. I have a lot of good friends who care about me and I know they know I’m struggling and I know I make it extremely difficult for anyone to help me because I just shut them out if they try to bring up things that make me uncomfortable. Maybe the reason I’ve behaved this way for so long is that the only friend who could ever tell me anything moved away shortly before my husband and I started dating.

Stuck

Dear Stuck,

You don’t want to look closely at yourself. You don’t want to talk about uncomfortable things or feel uncomfortable feelings or have a difficult conversation with your husband about how unhappy you are. You don’t want to tell him, “You’re pretending that I’m okay, but I’m not okay so I need you to stop pretending.” You don’t want him to stop pretending. You don’t want to talk about difficult things, like the fact that you’re falling apart, nothing is getting better, your house is caving in.

You steadfastly refuse to talk about your crumbling house. So instead, you’re fixated on what’s wrong with the yard. You’re saying it must be the weather, the traffic, the government. It’s the lack of oxygen in the air, it’s gravity. You need different weather, different atmospheric conditions. But here is your husband, making you look bad. He didn’t need better weather, less traffic, more oxygen, less gravity. He’s thriving and he still thinks you’re great. He’s patient with you because he’s been there.

His empathy makes you hate yourself even more. There must be something wrong with him, that he still loves you. There must be something sick about him, that he pretends when you tell him to pretend, that he’s loyal to you, that he laughs at your jokes, that he tolerates your bad dogs.

You must not need love. You must require chaos. You need to lose your food and shelter. You need to hit rock bottom.

You think you’re going to feel better, once you walk away from everything that’s currently propping you up.The oxygen is different across town. The weather is different across the country. But mostly what you’ll lose is this witness, who sees how sick you are, who knows how broken you are, who makes things uncomfortable day after day after day. You want to shut out this last witness, who embodies your failure. You want to crumble all by yourself. He’s doing too well. He triggers your shame.

You think that if there aren’t any witnesses, there won’t be any shame, either. You’re wrong about that. The shame is coming from inside the house. The shame is coming from inside of you.

You need a real connection based on honesty. Right now, you’ve convinced your husband to live inside your lies, to pretend with you, to let you avoid uncomfortable conversations, to let you fall apart without recrimination. You need to tell him the whole truth instead. The whole truth goes beyond “I still feel terrible” and it goes beyond “Microdosing isn’t working” and “I don’t care about anything” and “Maybe I need new medication” (maybe you do, but that’s only one part of the picture). The whole truth digs down into places like “I hate myself” and “I hate you for loving me” and “I feel embarrassed about how good you still are to me” and “I feel envious of you” and “I am ashamed of everything I do and say” and “I feel worthless” and “I feel nothing for you sometimes” and “I want to be alone” and “I hate everything.”

I’m going to guess that you haven’t said these things out loud, in a vulnerable way, to your husband. You haven’t acknowledged what you carry around inside every day, even to yourself. You haven’t talked to a therapist, repeatedly, about how deep your self-hatred goes, and how much you fear, and how angry you are. You haven’t written your most shameful thoughts down when you journaled. You haven’t allowed yourself to be vulnerable to the truth.

Being vulnerable and admitting how confused and sick and angry and ashamed you are is like stripping out the mold and the rotted boards from your house. And when you dare to let someone else into that kind of deep sadness, when you dare to tell someone else, out loud, in words, “I am against you, I am against myself, I hate myself every minute of every day,” you’re daring to try on a different kind of love that no one sings about. You’re daring to align yourself with someone in a real way, maybe for the first time. You’re showing them everything. You’re taking the biggest leap, for yourself and for them, because you know, in your heart, that they love you enough to try it.

You’re taking a real risk for the first time. You’re refusing to pretend for another day. You’re resolving to live in reality. And you’re refusing to do what you always do, which is run away, shut down, withhold, hide, and stop connecting. Right now, you’re hiding. If you want to find a way out of this depression, you have to stop hiding and dare to connect in an honest way, with your husband, with yourself, with the WHOLE truth.

Lots of people don’t have a true, real, honest connection with their spouses. But it sounds to me like you’ve found someone who’s strong enough to handle it. So instead of kicking out the best, most loyal person you’ve ever known simply because you hate yourself that much and believe, in your heart, that he’s too good for you, and his goodness is part of what’s making you look bad and feel bad, it’s time for you to work with what you have. You have something precious. I believe that you were meant to start from this love, to build from here.

Will it be hard? Will you be uncomfortable? Will you feel more afraid than you’ve ever been before? Will you hate telling the truth? Will you hate feeling vulnerable?

Yes, yes, yes.

You’re sure that you’re codependent, and maybe you’re not wrong about that. But codependence is all about living inside a lie with someone else. Once you tell your husband the whole, uncomfortable truth, it’ll be easier to make some space for yourself, to live on your own terms. Because you won’t be pretending anymore. You’ll be saying, “I am not malleable. I am a sharp and pointy object and I’m going to need some things, outside of what we have together.” The more you make your uncomfortable realities known, the easier it will be to serve your own needs within the relationship.

You don’t need to hit rock bottom, all alone. Obviously you can choose that, if you want to. You can believe that old myth, that cutting yourself off and falling to pieces is more heroic, somehow, than being vulnerable and staying connected to the people who love you. You can live the way you feel you deserve to live: destitute, abandoned, penniless, loveless. You can shut out the last good person in your life. You can refuse connection, refuse to look at yourself, refuse to dig for the whole truth and instead blame the trees, blame the sky, blame the sun.

But that’s part of what landed you here. It wasn’t the wrong drugs, not entirely. It wasn’t the wrong therapist. It wasn’t the ineffectiveness of journaling or microdosing. What got you here was your refusal to make a real connection, to tell the truth, to accept and embrace the truth about who you are and how angry and scared and ashamed you feel.

You wrote the truest thing in your whole letter at the very end: “Maybe the reason I’ve behaved this way for so long is that the only friend who could ever tell me anything moved away.”

But even that isn’t the whole truth. What you didn’t write was: She moved away and I didn’t stay in touch. I let her go. I forgot about her. I shut her out.

What you meant with that last line was this: Maybe I should stop shutting people out.

It is exceptionally difficult to make progress with your depression when you don’t tell anyone (including yourself) the whole truth, when you shut people out and refuse to connect, when you tell people to drop it the second they want to talk about something real. You need to look at the truth now: You hate it when people see you clearly. You’d rather disappear.

It’s time to do the hardest thing: to make real, deep connections based on honesty. It’s no coincidence that THIS is how people recover from hitting rock bottom, too — after they try suicide, after they destroy all of their relationships and wind up in AA: They see that they have nothing, so they might as well tell the truth. What else is there? Might as well admit how much they hate themselves. Might as well admit how invisible they feel.

Maybe some part of you is romanticizing the idea of losing everything. Then you’ll either die or you’ll have an excuse to be truly vulnerable. Your interest in the word “chaos” seems telling. You think vulnerability is shameful. Only desperation and madness and chaos can excuse it.

I know you’re hurting a lot, and I’m so sorry that you’ve been in such a dark place for so long. Don’t confuse anything I’ve written here with blame. I don’t blame you for feeling terrible. I spent decades of my life being controlled by shame. Even though I was never totally immobilized, the levels of self-hatred and rage and embarrassment and sadness I’ve waded through are off the charts. It has taken me a long time to be unashamed enough to look at the truth about how disordered I’ve been for decades. It’s very hard to do, even for me, a person who’s always treated psychoanalysis as a super-fun leisure activity. I imagine that these things are almost unbearable for you.

But I want to stop you from making an enormous mistake. I don’t think you should give away everything you have just so you can finally tell the truth. I think you should experiment with telling the truth right now, where you are. If you’re getting defensive, if you’re thinking “I’ve done that already!,” recognize that it’s just you, doing what you do: Protecting yourself. Withdrawing instead of looking more closely at the chaos INSIDE OF YOU.

You are incredibly afraid of feeling your emotions. But once you embrace your feelings instead of hiding from them (and low-level, overcast-skies depression can be a manifestation of hiding from stronger, less acceptable emotions like shame and anger), you’ll finally see that being broken and scared is beautiful. Hiding and shutting people out is what’s ugly. Letting your friend move away and never thanking her for telling you the truth is ugly. Confusing real love with quicksand is ugly.

Feeling unfixable and saying so, out loud, is beautiful. Saying “I feel small” is beautiful. Saying “I need you” is beautiful. Saying “I have been hating you,” and crying, and knowing how much you care, feeling that, for the first time in years? There’s not much in this world is more beautiful than that.

In that moment, you feel exhausted and erased and scared and crumpled and hideous, but you can also see, through your tears, that you are loved. You are a razed house, a pile of bricks and splintered lumber, and the sky is bright blue and the air is clear and bracing and you are loved, loved, loved. You can feel that instead of just recognizing it intellectually. Even when you can’t see yourself at all, even when you are blind, he can still see you. And he’s not going anywhere.

You will feel grateful for him, once you dare to look at yourself, once you dare to let yourself truly fall apart, once you dare to say, out loud, “I have been hiding.”

Polly

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You Mean The World To Me

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When I first met you, I never thought you were going to mean the world to me.

See, when I first met you, you were just another person — just another face. You were just another name, another human being who I had been quickly introduced to in passing, another “hello,” another awkward smile; another laugh shared between simple questions and friendly looks.

When I first met you, I never could have imagined that we were going to talk all night. That you were going to show up at my house with the rest of my friends, and wake me up just to carry on our conversation. When I first met you, I never thought that I would have been sitting beside you in my too-small twin bed, as the sun started to rise, talking about my family, and yours; talking about my dreams, and yours; slowly seeing something unbelievably big unfolding before me with every word, with every truth.

When I first met you, I never thought that we were going to end up here — with so many memories, with so many inside jokes and stolen moments. When I first met you, I never imagined that you would carefully break down my guard, that you would make an effort that far exceeded any expectation of mine. I never thought that you were going to slowly start to mean the world to me.

But you did. You did; and soon you became more than just a face, more than just a passing hello and an awkward laugh. Over time you became an incredible part of my reality, an awe-inspiring part of my life. You became the person I run to when I am sad, the person I confide in when I need guidance and reassurance. Before my eyes, you became the person who made me believe in love again, the heart that made me believe in my own heart’s strength once more. Without question, you became my best friend, you became my hope.

And isn’t that beautiful? To think that somehow we ended up exactly where we needed to be in order to bump into each other that night. Isn’t it beautiful? To think that all of our decisions led us to that moment, to that space, to our future — to each other.

Read more writing like this in Bianca Sparacino’s book Seeds Planted In Concrete here.

Sep 19, Love Messages For Husband. & Maybe I'm scared because you mean so much to me. You're everything You are my world, you are my life.

You Mean the World to Me

husband means the world to me

By Amanda Chatel

I've been in love three times in my life. One was my first love, one was the love of my life, and one was the man I married. I loved them all. To say one was more significant than the other would be wrong.

I loved them all differently, for different reasons; the man I married I loved the most, but he wasn't the love of my life.

I don't believe in soulmates. It's a silly concept. To think that there's only one person forever isn't just scary, but insulting. I mean, there are millions of people in the world and there's only one person for you? Well, what if they live in India and you never go to India? Or what if they were hit by a bus this morning before you even knew they existed?

Yeah, I'm calling bullsh*t on the whole soulmate thing. You can have many soulmates, just like you can have many loves.

But when it came to the love of my life, the love I felt for "S" is as close to what I imagine an ultimate soulmate love would be. It was chaotic. It made me crazy. It was the type of love that shook me to my core and had me constantly feeling drunk.

I couldn't get enough of him. I wanted to swallow him whole, shove him inside me, absorb him into me, and never be without him. I wanted to feel the way my body felt whenever I saw him for the rest of my life. I remember thinking I would literally die without him. I honestly believed that. My body would just give the f*ck up and die.

Off and on for four years, we had this thing. I don't know what you'd call it. We didn't date because he didn't want to date me. But we were always together, slept together, spent holidays together, and were best friends who deeply loved each other. The problem was I loved him more. I was in love with him, and he knew it. He wasn't in love with me, and I knew it.

And when it came to a messy end, as it was destined to do, I promised myself I would never love that way again. I would never put all my cards on the table like that again. I would never let myself fall so hard that I was physically, mentally, and emotionally destroyed in the aftermath. I would never allow it.

When I met my husband, S had been out of my life for just over a year. But I was still broken. It's hard to be in love with someone, spend so much time with them, be their partner in so many ways but actually not be anything at all to them in the one way you want to be. I don't know if he was waiting for something better, someone less complicated, someone less like him or what, but either way I wasn't the one for him.

So when I uttered the words "I love you" to my husband for the very first time, two things popped into my head: I love this man and I'm finally over S. The latter thought was a relief. The former thought was simply fact.

But still being broken from S, I was incapable of loving my husband completely. I loved him as much as I could, which was a lot, believe me. It was a TON, but it wasn't the way I had loved S, because I met S when I was a whole person.

I met my husband when I wasn't a whole person, so I only loved him with what I had. And many days, especially now that we're separated, I don't think it was enough. Things may have gone down differently with us if I had loved him the way I loved S, or maybe not. Maybe it's just wishful thinking.

My husband knew about S and the impact he had on me. He knew that I was missing a few pieces -- pieces I had done my best to try to find but couldn't -- from loving S and he accepted it. I often told him I wished I had met him before I met S, so I could love him more completely but we both agreed that since that hadn't been the case, it was a waste to think about.

But that didn't stop me from thinking about it.

Recently, someone quoted Chuck Palahniuk in a conversation I had: "Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known." Ever since, I've been turning it over in my head. I had heard it before, but for some reason it had really sunk in the last couple weeks. I couldn't stop thinking about it, almost obsessing over its meaning.

Then I realized I missed out on something great because of S. Yes, he was the love of my life, but the love of my life should have been the man I married, except I was too broken to give him that. I was broken because of S.

I was gutted and barely breathing after things ended with S, so much so that losing my husband (which was a devastating blow, mind you) was like a walk in the park compared to losing S. Why? Because so much of me was already dead inside.

So in a moment of realization -- at 8 AM on a Saturday morning here in Paris, just minutes away from my husband whom I will inevitably have to divorce -- I sent an email to S. I told him that he was the love of my life but I couldn't have him in my life at all anymore, not even as a casual acquaintance.

I needed to clean up loose ends. I didn't blame him for anything. I didn't get into any long, tearful essay about love and loss and how it changes people. It was just a matter of fact: I'm done. This is this, that was that. See ya.

Then I did what I should have done years ago and set up a filter so his email would be directly deleted. After that, I felt better. Relieved. It was the same relief I felt when I first told my husband I loved him.

I know I can't erase what S meant to me, just as much as I can't erase what my husband meant to me, and that's fine. But at least in acknowledging how differently I loved on the other side of S, it's a wake-up call for me to try harder and be better the next time I have the opportunity to love.

I'll never stop loving either of these men, nor my first love for that matter, because I don't believe that love just goes away. But in understanding that, at Palahniuk said, "I'm a combined effort of everyone I've ever known," I can work harder to love more completely.

And hopefully, next time around I won't be afraid to put every single one of my cards on the table.

This article originally appeared on YourTango.

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