I have to believe that this phenomenom is not unique to me, but to every newlywed...ever. But since marrying Chuck I feel like I have become a full-blown basketcase. Allow me to explain.
Chuck was the first boy I ever loved. I really couldn't even grasp the concept of being in love and sure as all heck couldn't relate to the damsels in distress in all those Nicholas Sparks books I was reading. Then I met Chuck and suddenly it all made sense. I re-watched P.S. I Love You, A Walk to Remember, The Notebook, and countless other cheesy movies and it all clicked. I watched as fictional characters lost the love of their life and I was a mess.
My biggest fear since marriage has become losing Chuck. Granted, I would be devastated to lose any of my family. But the overused cliches of becoming one with your spouse ring so true for me. If ever I were to lose Chuck, I would lose part of my life. It scares me shitless.
I've caught myself envisioning what would happen if Chuck ever got in a car accident. I get anxious when he isn't home at the exact minute that I expected him. I'm sure with time, this fear will lessen and the feelings of infatuation will slowly subside, but for now my husband has to put up with an emotional wreck of a wife. Who cries at those Facebook re-posts of Army wives losing their soldier husbands, who gathers a lump in her throat just watching cartoon animals die and who lives and breathes as one with my soulmate.
Re-reading this now, I'm conscious of how freaking crazy and obsessed I sound. Poor Chuck has got himself a creeper! So help me out- any other newlyweds or not-so-newlyweds as neurotic as I am?
P.S. Congratulations to my giveaway winner, Breanna!
Look out for an e-mail headed your way later today girlie :)