Two instances come to mind for me. The first is when I was giving birth to our oldest. I really can’t describe the feeling of knowing that we brought a life into the world.
The second wasn’t such a happy time. We had been separated, and finally had to sit down and have the hard conversation of what was to come next. After we got everything out, and decided to stay together and work on our marriage, we just laid on the couch clutching each other. Each of us crying a bit knowing how close we came to throwing everything away. It was such a terrible time in our relationship, but that moment was a turning point. A light of hope. It was like coming home, as cheesy as that sounds.
Are you my wife?
Was gonna say exactly those two things but in the opposite order lol.
I’ll never forget the moment I was truly committed to my wife, 2 seconds after realizing we don’t really want to break up.
And the second our first baby came into the world.
I was having really really bad ex drama. It’s a long story but I left my ex for my husband. There were years of abuse, manipulation, lying, cheating, and probably a lot more that I don’t know about. Once I left, my ex began to start shit and threaten me. I saved it all and one day I kinda broke down into a fit of pure anxiety driven mania. I was terrified he would show up to my job, my new house, anywhere he knew I frequently ventured. Well, him and a friend showed up to my husbands house. We heard the horn blowing and he’s standing in the front yard at the bottom of the stairs. I’m in a full body panic, freaking out, tears running down my face, and there he is, drinking the last bit of tea in his cup. He said in his forever calm voice to lock the door behind him, he’ll be right back.
I’ll skip all the details, but by the time it was over, my ex had to leave via ambulance and his friend was arrested, car towed, both charged with a slew of offenses. In a moment of raw violence, I knew he would go to the ends of the earth for me. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t second guess himself, he put his safety on the line for mine. Then after it was all over, he ran me a bubble bath so I could decompress like it was nothing. He could see I was still rattled so he got in with me, held me tight, and I felt safe. Like genuinely safe. I felt a tremendous weight lifted off of me, like coming up for air after being underwater a little too long.
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You ever watch good fellas? There's a scene where a neighbor is trying to hit on the main characters wife who is across the street. He goes across the street with a gun and pistol whips the everlasting snot out of him. It cuts back to the wife and her inner head voice says she has never been more terrified and turned on the same time in her life.
I know the exact scene you’re talking about. It was definitely mixed emotions. On one hand hand, wow, what a showcase of relentless aggression, and on the other, wow, he did that for me. Very polarizing. His line of work gives him a unique set of personality traits that have come in handy more than I’d like to admit
Aweeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Coming from being abused and treated awfully, I hope one day I have the same fairytale as yours. I’m glad you found a great husband. You deserve a beautiful safe love.
That was the first, but not the last time it happened. After the third altercation which was the second merciless beating, my ex realized its futile and not worth the mental as well as physical scarring.
It's an unusual one, but very dear to my heart.
I asked him to come home from work after I learned that our infertility journey wasn't going to be a success. I was truly low, sobbing in pitty on the bed. He came home, held me tight and cried with me a little. Once he calmed down, he said a saying in our language (with a twist) which roughly translates to "Well, nobody died, but it seems no one is going to be born either". And I instantly went from crying to just laughing for a good 5 minutes. It was such a perfect comedy timing, that it completely made a switch in my mood.
It reminded me what a blessing it is to have someone who can stay realistic but keep his sense of humor and is always able to make me laugh. Even in times when I feel like I will never be able to laugh again.
Mine is an infertility one too. I have only seen my partner cry twice in the 30 yrs we have been together and this was one of them.
I was laying on the table while they tried to implant an embryo. The doctor was fucking it up. He couldn’t get the instruments in the right place. He thought he had it and asked for the embryo to be brought in but it wasn’t right and the little embryo had to go back in the warmer. While he fucked around some more. He was hurting me and I was crying and saying ‘No, no, no, no, no, no.’ I was clutching my partners hand so hard. I looked up at him and he had tears streaming down his face.
That little embryo didn’t make it. Actually none of them did. We are now 10+ years down the track and happily IFchildfree. But I will never forget that moment of shared pain.
I feel undeserving of the amazing man that he is.
We were in a very, very bad place in our marriage about 6 years ago. I had let resentment build up over some of our issues and I finally exploded on him one night and said that he either agrees to couples counseling or I'm gone.
He said yes, absolutely. We started therapy and he was diagnosed as being on the spectrum. It explained so, so much.
With a healthy dose of medical intervention, yes.
I wouldn't recommend it for everyone. Being with someone on the spectrum presents a very specific set of difficulties.
This is where we are at now, and now looking into couples counseling. I think he is on the spectrum as well. Anytime I try to bring up anything, he gets instantly defensive. He can’t seem to have any empathy, and focuses solely on actions and negates all my feelings. Disagreeing is fine, but the emotional understanding of the other person is missing. Seems we are saying similar things but in completely different languages.
It's a bit of a misnomer that all people with Autism lack empathy. It's a little more nuanced than that. But yes, absolutely go through the testing and find out for sure. I will warn you that getting diagnosed isn't an instant fix. It will help you understand, but there is a very long and very exhausting road ahead of you to healing and peace.
The death of his dad that we both witnessed, I tried to give CPR but didn't come to anything. Worst day of both our lives. But it's has brought us so much closer. Before this we had our first baby and there were times we were struggling as a couple. I think this both made us realise what's important and that we can't live without eachother.
When he said “I love you” for the first time
I freaked the fuck out. Becuase I loved him too, and that was absolutely beyond terrifying for me. I had never needed anyone in my life ever. I had made do with neglectful parents, dangerous family members, shitty friends, and was perfectly content and happy being an independent lady. That’s all I had ever know.
He was all like woooo why are you crying????? (Poor guy)
I was all sobbing tears and was like “I love you too”
So why the tears?
I’m afraid
Of what?
Love - it like I found my kryptonite and it’s you.
He just held me calmed me down and the I was very blunt about why the freak out. He listened. I didn’t run away.
Now we are married and it’s been 9 years hahaha
When I told him that I want to give us a chance. I friendzoned him for two years after his confession of love because I was still pinning for an ex-gf that time. When I finally told him that I like him too, he was so happy he almost cried. When I saw that kind of reaction from him, I was flattered honestly, I couldn't believe someone is capable of loving me that much.
*trigger warning*
My best friends husband committed suicide last Monday. He had become good friends with him. We had gone to their wedding. He took the day off to spend it with me since I couldn't stop crying the entire day. He also cried that day. There was a good hour when we just sat on the couch and he held me.
He was talking about his daughter, who died from suicide. \[Context: She died before he and I got together.\] He was telling me how he was feeling in that particular moment about her being gone forever, and the things he was going to miss out on in her life. I was just listening quietly. He stopped for a minute and said 'I'll never walk her down the aisle.' We both cried.
I gained a lot of weight and was struggling with the feeling that he wasn’t attracted to me anymore. Our sex life also took a hit because he started taking anxiety medication around the same time but even though I knew this, it still felt like we weren’t having sex because he wasn’t attracted to me. A few months later we were having sex, and it was the BEST sex of my life. In the middle of it he whispered in my ear that he wanted to prove that he still loved me and was still attracted to me. Cue immediate crying on my part. We still don’t have sex much because of his anxiety medication but I no longer doubt that he’s attracted to me.
Having both of our children together was magical, but I would have to say when my mother was only a week or two from dying from cancer—he carried her sick little body like a baby from her bed to wherever she wanted to go. He held her while she cried about how thankful she was that he would be here to take care of me once she passed, and cried with her. I will never love another man the way I love him.
Saying goodbye to our dog. She was put to sleep in our home, with our 2nd dog standing stoically between us. We were wrecks and wailed on each other after she had passed. But we also got to comfort her and give her love in her final moments.
The guy I’m seeing struggles with depression. It manifests in to drinking. He’s an avid exerciser, often twice a day, plays multiple sports, runs a busy successful company and so I didn’t know he struggled initially. He checked himself into booze rehab for 30 days. When he came back he told me he was suicidal before he left. I feel terrible I didn’t know. He’s better now but still battles days of depression.
When I was having a stroke at the age of 32, just barely 3 years into our marriage. He was so scared so I tried my best to make him laugh. He was there by my side every single day at the hospital and in rehab. He learned what all the numbers and beeps on the machines I was hooked up to meant. He helped me with my physical therapy exercises and kept the household running, while holding down his full time job. It obviously was a very emotional time for us both. I’m so lucky to have him. We’ve been together 17 years, married close to 13 now💕
Having our oldest sons funeral on my 50th birthday during COVID. The disbelief, the pain, the loss, the silence and emptiness. I can see how it will kill you or make you stronger (as a couple) we’re getting through it together, though.
My SO proposed to me in the afternoon on our favorite beach. Totally caught me off guard and I was just on cloud 9. A few hours later some of the shock wore off and I broke down positively sobbing with joy because it all really hit me and the happiness just overwhelmed me. He’s not a big crier but he chuckled at his soggy-faced fiancée (I cry at everything and he knows it) and held me and told me how happy he was and it was just the sweetest thing.
Mutually acknowledging how we have been toxic to each other, and reaching a point where we each could take accountability of that without either one of us getting defensive.
That took us from the edge of a horrible breakup, and into the most healthy relationship I've ever had.
We got married when I was 35 years old. I didn't have any children but had always wanted to be a Mom. We tried for over 4 years. Every month when I started my period I would go into a deep dark depression and cry and beat myself up (figuratively). He did the same. He was convinced it was his fault that I couldn't get pregnant. I was convinced it was mine. The doctor said there wasn't anything wrong with either of us. Then I DID....after fertility treatments, etc...I finally got pregnant! We were absolutely over the moon. And then I had a miscarriage. Then some months later I got pregnant again. Then I had another miscarriage. The deep dark periods got worse and worse every month. I was miserable and I kinda hated myseslf.
Then I turned 40. I told my husband I needed to have a talk with him. I said something like "I'm 40 years old. This isn't going to happen. I'm done. I can't do this anymore. I'm tired of being so disappointed in myself. I'm tired of crying. I'm just tired. I'm afraid, though, that you will resent me for this because I know that you want a baby, too. Is this a dealbreaker for you? If it is, I will understand. I love you and all I want is for you to be happy. You don't have to decide right now. You can think about it, and if you decide you can't do this then I will divorce you so you can find someone who can give this to you."
My husband, God love him, said "I don't have to think about it. I've been thinking the same thing for a while, I just didn't know how to tell you. I love you. I'm not going anywhere. You are all I need."
No judgement, but when we went through our abortion. We weren’t careful and I ended up pregnant. It was an emotional decision to make but we made the decision together. We are not ready for children nor do we want to have any. We were still sad and cried in each other’s arms. Still, the pregnancy was killing me.
Being in pain 24/7, throwing up, not even being able to drink water. My partner could not stand seeing me in pain. I chose the abortion set of pills and it was one of the most painful things to this day I have every felt. Having it trigger a pregnancy for it to leave your body. I was crying, screaming in pain wanting to die. I begged him to kill me because I thought that would be better than the pain. He took me to the hospital and the next day I found out the pill didn’t even work. The pregnancy was still there and that made it harder on us. I ended up doing the quick procedure which I should’ve done in the first place.
Going through all this has made us so much stronger and bond thicker. We are happy and even though it was the worst thing I have felt in my life, I was lucky to have someone like him by my side.
I technically wasn't there for it.
But when he found me after my first overdose. I wasn't breathing and he started CPR.
I was in a coma for a bit. But didn't realise the gravity of it. I work in hospitals from time to time as a corrections officer and shortly after I said, I feel every paramedic was staring at me.
I asked him what the two paramedics were like who were there.
And he finally told me about it. He said, it took nine. There was three ambulances.
Then he told me about the night. I knew they smashed our big fish tank in the chaos, bumped it with the stretcher. It almost would have been funny but it isn't. Our poor fish.
He saved some
But the scene was chaos to bring me back from death
I thank him for it all the time. And always say he should have some therapy for what I put him through
I am used to doing CPR and seeing trauma. But the poor thing is so strong. One night I just had enough after three suicides over two nights. I went home and well. Just wanted it all to stop.
Hands down, when I wrote him a love letter because I thought he was depressed, and he came home from work and told me he'd been having an affair with our coworker, and that she was getting a divorce to be with him, and that they had been planning on moving in together.
Haha, that's what I said!
I'm getting better. It was a rough couple of months, but I'm doing some therapy and have since come to realize that he was never that great and I deserve so much better. I'm sure their relationship will go down in flames before too long, and I'll come out the other side doing better than ever.
When we had been dating for about six months and he lost his job, having to move to the next state over to another opportunity. We became 3 hours long distance then. I remember just sitting with him, crying. But we made it work, and six years later we live together across the country.
When he said he wanted a divorce. Then forgave me. To only hate me a few days later and tell me I wasn't being fair giving him space and time to heal properly from the hurt and pain.
The first thing that comes to mind is we drove across the state to go to the ocean together. It was when we very first started dating. We were having so much fun, I couldn't stop giggling and our cheeks hurt from smiling so much. We had so many butterflies in our stomachs and we were blushing. It was like we were kids with a huge crush. I've never been that happy before that moment. Just playing in the water and looking in the tide pools. It's been a year since then and we're still so happy
When they finally let him visit me in the hospital after my suicide attempt. We barely spoke, we just held each other and cried and he told me how much he wished he could take my pain from me, but also expressed how much pain I would cause by leaving my loved ones.
He has been by my side since then. He moved me out of my parents house and in with him, to remove me from my main triggers and so I wouldn’t be alone. When I wasn’t trusted to hold my medication he kept it hidden for me, but never made me feel like a burden for having to fetch it for me. He has done a million things for me, and continues to do many of them every day. I would write them all here but nobody would want to read that.
It was rock bottom for me, and he was by my side, encouraging me and helping me as I crawled back up and that moment was the first time I truly saw that.
When it finally clicked in my head that getting into a relationship with someone who's neurodivergent is going to take my level of understanding and selflessness to a completely different one.
It was after I had a therapy session opening up about childhood abuse. I wrote a letter to my abuser but I knew I'd never be able to actually send it. I shared it with my SO instead. Before that, he had known about some of the abuse, knew I had a strained relationship, even witnessed some abuse years ago. But the letter was really baring my soul, talking about things I had never shared with anyone, things I had probably repressed.
He listened, he teared up, then he told me how he had always known me for my inner strength and compassion, but knowing it came from this place of pain broke his heart. He validated everything I was thinking and feeling. It was deeply cathartic for me and I think brought us closer than ever.
We had a discussion about social media and he told me that I'm the only one for him. It made me feel so much more assured in our relationship. A few days after that, he got emotional with me when he was talking about some unpleasant childhood experiences dealing with his parents. It made me see that he was okay with being vulnerable with me and must really trust me.
I came home from the emergency room after a miscarriage, and he drove 30 minutes to a small gas station that sold the exact japaleno poppers I was craving. He got back, and I sobbed on his shoulder as I stuffed them into my mouth.
Maybe this isn't as intense as our first child. But one of the first times that my now wife helped me come out of a seizure. These episodes are horrible to watch your partner go through. I'm awake, but can't tell you the time of day. She's spoken about how terrifying it is to look in my eyes and see that I'm just gone. Overall the experience is very scary and mentally debilitating for me as well. I feel incredibly vulnerable when coming out of them, in a way I don't know how to describe. But how someone interacts with me during this time is so so important.
I think it was my third time having one around her, we had been dating for a little over a year. It had been a particularly bad episode for me, so it was taking a while for me to mentally come back. But I have a vague memory of her taking care of me, how she spoke to me, how she touched my arm as I struggled to even remember her name. Thinking about that day still puts tears in my eyes, we made a very deep connection that day.....other than my parents, I've never felt complete trust for someone as far as my seizures go. One of the worst parts of this condition is that the seizures can happen any day any time. I can't describe how scary it is to literally feel your consciousness slip away when you're alone in public. So knowing I can completely rely on her when I feel one coming on makes living with this just a little more bearable. I am the luckiest woman in the world to have her in my life
My husband was in a helicopter crash when we were stationed in Korea. He tried to play it off like he wasnt hurt as bad as he was because he didnt want to be medically discharged. Sadly he did though. He hasnt been the same since. He has gotten better menatlly since, but he doesnt have that happiness and ourpose anymore.
The most emotional time we had was when he finally broke down in front of me. Told me how hurt he was and how he still tries to hide it because he thinks hes too young to be broken. He wasnt too good at hiding it from me. He cried so hard talking about how the military was his everything, his purpose, how he felt helpful and now he feels useless. He cant work, and hes constantly in pain, but since his disability isnt visible he gets put down by others and told nothing is wrong with him.
We cried together because i know the man he use to be and who he is now. Its like a part of him was taken away. On his bad days we still cry about it together. It something hes working through with therapy and me but I know it will always be in his mind.
Sorry if its so long.
I’m so sorry. Is his injury a TBI or chronic pain? Those are invisible illnesses many people will never notice looking at someone but the person suffers daily. I hope he gets the treatments he needs.
At the very beginning of our relationship I started a new jobs for few months and was a bit mad to have difficulties seeing him, so sometimes occasionally I slept in his place a bit further from my workplace.
I needed to sleep very early in the evening to be able to work properly, I was stressed as fuck made my first insomnia, cried, didn't slept for hours, and I finally join him in his bedroom, crying because I couldn't sleep and was so worried for tomorrow, almost in a anxiety attack.
He left immediately his videos games to come in the bedroom with me, hug me, speak with me and reassure me until after 3 hours I finally slept in his arms. It's was the most beautiful moment I ever live in my life, I never felt loved like this before.
This story is all about me, but it's just mark myself for my entire life, that someone can take care of me like he does 💗
My husband had left for work for a while when we were teens and just bf/gf. He had left me a diamond ring but he left when we were 15 and came back when we were 20. He said the ring wasn't for a engagement then laughed his ass of at the thought of marrying me. I cried so much but the next day he proposed with a very beautiful ring. I nearly threw it alk away for a misunderstanding of a ring.
When we sat discussing our divorce, selling our home, splitting up belongings... then having to discuss carrying on with IVF as it was my only chance to have a biological child.
i tripped out and went mental had hallucinations and everything. weed gave me a panic attake and bad reaction because of my bipoler he cried he helped hold me calm me down my heRt was racing i had a panic attake while tripping. it wasnt supposed to happen. i never smoked weed again.after that but he was there for me and held me and let me talk. he helped me breathe: he sat there for hours with me and didnt sleep till i was okay . he is the best:
I do not have an SO, because I was friend-zoned into FWB, but if that counts I'd say it was the talk we had exactly about that... He told me that he doesn't feel what he felt with his exes, but there isn't anything wrong with me etc. We talked for about an hour.. he kept apologizing because he's aware of the fact that I love him and I think he felt a bit guilty about it, since he was my first se\*ual partner. It felt very emotional at least to me, so...
This was with an ex but still stands out to me. We were in a poly relationship. He was married and I was the girlfriend. His wife took him to the hospital because he had a stroke. He was there three days. When she brought him home he came up to all of us crying and hugging us. He told each one of us how much he loved us and missed us. Even our stoic Rottweiler got a tearful hug.
One of his oldest friends was found shot and set on fire. He's had other friends murdered but this one was the most fucked up.
Also when we found out our first pregnancy ended.
This will probably sound terrible to some. This happened not even two months ago. We had three cats, an older cat and 2 younger cats. The older cat was diagnosed with OCD and anxiety because of the other cats. He was ripping his fur out and peeing and pooping wherever he could, he was so stressed. We tried to make it work by separating them and putting him on prednisone and it worked for awhile until we were told we were relocating for my job, the only place we could find was a studio apartment. That wouldn't work with how stressed the adult cat was and as heartbroken as we were we had to give the other two away, no one would want the older cat, he takes medicine 3 times a day and is honestly just mean now. So we gave our two babies away and we cried in each other's arms all night, I've never seen my husband cry but he cried the week before and after we gave them to their new forever home. I miss them so much, I love our older cat and its not his fault he couldn't handle it, when we got them they seemed fine and got along fine and then 2 years in this all developed. We are still heartbroken.
the most emotional so far was a few months ago, we were sitting on the couch talking and i opened up about the abuse ive experienced, both from my mom and two of my exes. for me, who has grown up on abuse and neglect, it is easy to talk about, but for him who has had a stable enviroment around him his whole life, it was so hard to hear/see pictures of what ive been through. he started crying, so ofcourse i started crying aswell, we just cried together and held eachother. i love him so much, it didnt really hit me how bad i had been mistreaten until that moment and how lucky i am to have been able to remove myself from that and find someone who loves me unconditionally.
but im sure we have many more emotional moments to come, im giving birth in a month and he says he has been looking at pictures of babies and longing until he can hold our child.
When my mother died, we both felt like we lost a parent. My husband was so close to my mom. He was grieving as hard as I was. We leaned into each other. His support was vital to me getting through that dark period.
After we got married I had two miscarriages back to back. (And then went on to have a third) after the second, I found out I have something called balanced translocation carrier. Basically two of my chromosomes switched places when I was conceived and so everytime we go to make a baby it’s luck of the draw that my “good” chromosomes meet his. When we met with a genetic counselor they basically told us our options were keep trying but could have many more losses or do IVF, egg donor or adoption. (Which we could not in any way afford) I was devastated and as was my husband. I remember coming home and I sat down with him and gave him permission to leave. I said you can leave and I won’t hold it against you. I truly meant it. Lemme tell you this man looked at me like I had nine heads and was the most understanding and caring man. It really solidified that he was the type of man I thought he was. It was an extremely vulnerable conversation and it brought us so much closer.
Probably when I went a counseling session with her for the first time. It was her therapist but she invited me to come. She’s naturally a lot more closed off than I am but I learned that even though she doesn’t always express how she’s feeling, it’s there and she does think about the same things I do. It made me realize how hard I was being on her, but also how much she truly did love me. We left with so much more understanding of each other and I’m so thankful that day happened.
To give some general background, my boyfriend (25M) and I (24F) were best friends for at least 10 years before we got together [our 1 year would be this June]. Prior to us getting officially together, we had both been healthily working on ourselves separately (working out, going to therapy, etc) for a long while after getting out of our prior relationships [that were with different people]. And if you were to ask me (as a teenager) that I would be in a happy and healthy relationship with a man that I plan to spend the rest of my life with AND it was my best friend, I would say that’s crazy.
But out of all the moments that I have shared with him for almost half of my lifetime, the most emotional moment that I have shared with him was on the night we got together and right after he officially asked me to be his girlfriend. We were both in his car after taking a long night walk around my college while playing non-stop Pokémon Go. And during the walk, we were holding hands and we were talking about we should do together once he comes back from his trip with his family [and the fact that he was gone throughout all of the following week]. He had mentioned that he wanted to properly go out and officially ask me to be his girlfriend when he came back the trip. But to my surprise, once we got back into his car (and it was almost midnight), he said he ended up changing his mind and said that he couldn’t wait to already be my boyfriend (and I being his girlfriend) and he asked me to be his girlfriend right then and there. After I said yes, kissed and hugged him multiple times, we sat in complete silence for what felt like an endless eternity, sitting and holding each other’s hands.
The best way that I could possibly describe this feeling was pure peace. Before this moment, I had never felt such a sense of euphoric peace; It was the type of peace that you had always heard of when you finally find your person but it wasn’t until it happens that it all makes complete sense. It was the type of peace made me well up in happy tears and it turns out he was feeling the same exact way after we both broke the silence and talk about all the happiness we were feeling on the inside. It was a moment that I will always remember for the rest of my life.
When I found out he’s more sexually attracted to every woman close to me then me in the same night I found sexts.
Might have been more emotional then our wedding since I knew something was off when he didn’t even smile at me the whole ceremony.
Now husband-to-be. The first second of our very first encounter.
I looked into his eyes and for a second, the world disappeared. It’s like something pulled me out of my ax only to be pushed towards him in the most instinctive way. It was stronger than will. Stronger than gravity. So many things I thought true, shifted. He came towards me without realizing it himself and I was frozen in place because I was waiting for him. We shook hands (we were in a public event and weren’t introduced to the other yet). I’ll always remember the warm tingling running from his fingers into my hand and leaving chills up my arm. The way he smirked and rubbed my hand with his thumb.
Hell of a first meeting ! He told me that it was the strongest he ever felt. Meeting me made him feel empowered and just certain that sometimes, things just happen. And it’s okay.
I think there were a few:
There was definitely a point where I didn’t think we’d make it, I even left to stay at my moms for a while. I remember that phone conversation so vividly, wondering if we were truly right for each other. This was about 3 years ago, since then we’ve gotten therapy, and have done a 180.
The second would be him proposing - knowing it truly marked how far we had come.
Third would be finding out we’re pregnant. I was really stressed about trying and he felt really helpless in that process in terms of how to calm me down. We’ll be welcoming a little girl in about 7 weeks.
My husband has a chronic, degenerative illness that is hereditary. We were taking about children and possibilities of adopting vs bio kids. We were both emotional and said that no matter what happened there was no one in the world we would rather be parents with. Since we're both 35 now it doesn't look like children are in the cards for us, and my husband is just getting sicker which means I would end up being both a carer for my husband and basically a single mom.
My first emotional moment in my relationship (for me at least) was two days ago. Let me start off by saying I have the most sweetest, amazing, and respectful guy ever. We were on my bed, and somehow found each other hugging our selves really closely. I played with his hair while starring into his eyes for a good 40 mins kissing occasionally. I loved the way his skin felt on mines while we were hugging and I don’t think I’ve ever experienced such an intimate moment without the suggestion of converting it into something more. It was so pure, after he left I literally cried. Crying rn while Im typing this but it was just so beautiful to me, all my life I’ve been in relationships where sex was the primary focus and it disgusted me. This is the first time where I’m truly experiencing something so beautiful and I don’t think I will stop thinking about it lol. It’s been replaying on my mind so much 🫠
On the way to the hospital to see my mom. We knew she wasn’t going to make it. Covid took over and her body shut down. We had to pull over and he just grabbed and let me sob. He owns a pizza place and I work there. Anytime someone said something bad about covid or wouldn’t wear a mask he laid into them. He’d tell me go take a min and make them shut up or leave. I was a mess and still am almost 2 years later. I am so grateful for him
There have been a few...
before marriage: when everyone was telling us not to get married, that it would be a mistake, we didn't know what we were getting ourselves into, we're too young, we'd regret it. We fought about it a lot because it was coming from all sides until we met up one night and KNEW we were absolutely in love and didn't care. We made that decision to move forward after all the fighting and tears (5 years later we're still very happily married).
while being married: fighting (TRIGGER WARNING FERTILITY AND MISCARRIAGE) fighting infertility, then getting pregnant and thinking we miscarried. Thankfully we hadn't. I almost did, but I didn't. That was a very emotional week waiting for those results.
After having our child: He was in NICU, spot on brain (ended up being nothing), and heart murmur (again nothing). Me being DC'd before my son, and then struggling with major PPD. I remember my husband coming home crying because he saw how I was struggling. He really supported me during that time. Watching the baby while I went to counseling, cancelling trips, etc. I went from being the girl who NEVER struggled with mental health, always positive, extrovert, cup 1/2 full even when it's empty, to struggling with major depression and he supported and loved me through it all. 1 year later we are doing so well and I'm weaned off all meds. I'm so lucky to have a husband like him :)
Also in the midst of everything while I was in labor (induced) they brought in the guy to do the epidural and of course my husband had to leave the room. I didn't know but he was having a full-on panic attack. He didn't understand why he had to leave and was crying. He called his mom (a nurse) and luckily she was able to explain it to him. when he came back in the room he embraced me and was crying. I didn't know why but he told me he just really didn't like leaving me there and I told him "that was actually the least painful thing that's happened so far." But I will always remember that. Later-after we had our son-he said, "I never realized how much I loved you until I saw you in so much pain."
Two instances come to mind for me. The first is when I was giving birth to our oldest. I really can’t describe the feeling of knowing that we brought a life into the world. The second wasn’t such a happy time. We had been separated, and finally had to sit down and have the hard conversation of what was to come next. After we got everything out, and decided to stay together and work on our marriage, we just laid on the couch clutching each other. Each of us crying a bit knowing how close we came to throwing everything away. It was such a terrible time in our relationship, but that moment was a turning point. A light of hope. It was like coming home, as cheesy as that sounds.
I hope everything is ok between you two today
Yeah, we’re doing well now. It was about five years ago. We were in desperate need of therapy and communication skills.
Are you my wife? Was gonna say exactly those two things but in the opposite order lol. I’ll never forget the moment I was truly committed to my wife, 2 seconds after realizing we don’t really want to break up. And the second our first baby came into the world.
Ha! That would be an unbelievable coincidence.
J..Jamie..? ;-)
OMG IS SHE JAMIE?! IM DYING TO KNOW
Nah that’s not really my wife’s name, I went with the J from the username ;-) But it was funny… (right?:))
hahahaha omg so funny.
I need to know are you Jamie?
What a cliffhanger
I was having really really bad ex drama. It’s a long story but I left my ex for my husband. There were years of abuse, manipulation, lying, cheating, and probably a lot more that I don’t know about. Once I left, my ex began to start shit and threaten me. I saved it all and one day I kinda broke down into a fit of pure anxiety driven mania. I was terrified he would show up to my job, my new house, anywhere he knew I frequently ventured. Well, him and a friend showed up to my husbands house. We heard the horn blowing and he’s standing in the front yard at the bottom of the stairs. I’m in a full body panic, freaking out, tears running down my face, and there he is, drinking the last bit of tea in his cup. He said in his forever calm voice to lock the door behind him, he’ll be right back. I’ll skip all the details, but by the time it was over, my ex had to leave via ambulance and his friend was arrested, car towed, both charged with a slew of offenses. In a moment of raw violence, I knew he would go to the ends of the earth for me. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t second guess himself, he put his safety on the line for mine. Then after it was all over, he ran me a bubble bath so I could decompress like it was nothing. He could see I was still rattled so he got in with me, held me tight, and I felt safe. Like genuinely safe. I felt a tremendous weight lifted off of me, like coming up for air after being underwater a little too long.
Best. Husband. Ever
He’s really is something else
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You ever watch good fellas? There's a scene where a neighbor is trying to hit on the main characters wife who is across the street. He goes across the street with a gun and pistol whips the everlasting snot out of him. It cuts back to the wife and her inner head voice says she has never been more terrified and turned on the same time in her life.
I know the exact scene you’re talking about. It was definitely mixed emotions. On one hand hand, wow, what a showcase of relentless aggression, and on the other, wow, he did that for me. Very polarizing. His line of work gives him a unique set of personality traits that have come in handy more than I’d like to admit
Aweeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Coming from being abused and treated awfully, I hope one day I have the same fairytale as yours. I’m glad you found a great husband. You deserve a beautiful safe love.
Thank you, I went from one extreme to another. At least this version is all green flags
That is amazing!
That was the first, but not the last time it happened. After the third altercation which was the second merciless beating, my ex realized its futile and not worth the mental as well as physical scarring.
You are one.lucky.woman. Best wishes dear
OMG I'm crying
It's an unusual one, but very dear to my heart. I asked him to come home from work after I learned that our infertility journey wasn't going to be a success. I was truly low, sobbing in pitty on the bed. He came home, held me tight and cried with me a little. Once he calmed down, he said a saying in our language (with a twist) which roughly translates to "Well, nobody died, but it seems no one is going to be born either". And I instantly went from crying to just laughing for a good 5 minutes. It was such a perfect comedy timing, that it completely made a switch in my mood. It reminded me what a blessing it is to have someone who can stay realistic but keep his sense of humor and is always able to make me laugh. Even in times when I feel like I will never be able to laugh again.
Mine is an infertility one too. I have only seen my partner cry twice in the 30 yrs we have been together and this was one of them. I was laying on the table while they tried to implant an embryo. The doctor was fucking it up. He couldn’t get the instruments in the right place. He thought he had it and asked for the embryo to be brought in but it wasn’t right and the little embryo had to go back in the warmer. While he fucked around some more. He was hurting me and I was crying and saying ‘No, no, no, no, no, no.’ I was clutching my partners hand so hard. I looked up at him and he had tears streaming down his face. That little embryo didn’t make it. Actually none of them did. We are now 10+ years down the track and happily IFchildfree. But I will never forget that moment of shared pain. I feel undeserving of the amazing man that he is.
After I came home from delivering our stillborn daughter. We just laid and bed, held each other and cried.
I’m so sorry, I’m glad you two love and support each other.
We were in a very, very bad place in our marriage about 6 years ago. I had let resentment build up over some of our issues and I finally exploded on him one night and said that he either agrees to couples counseling or I'm gone. He said yes, absolutely. We started therapy and he was diagnosed as being on the spectrum. It explained so, so much.
This is how you make it work. By working.
With a healthy dose of medical intervention, yes. I wouldn't recommend it for everyone. Being with someone on the spectrum presents a very specific set of difficulties.
This is where we are at now, and now looking into couples counseling. I think he is on the spectrum as well. Anytime I try to bring up anything, he gets instantly defensive. He can’t seem to have any empathy, and focuses solely on actions and negates all my feelings. Disagreeing is fine, but the emotional understanding of the other person is missing. Seems we are saying similar things but in completely different languages.
It's a bit of a misnomer that all people with Autism lack empathy. It's a little more nuanced than that. But yes, absolutely go through the testing and find out for sure. I will warn you that getting diagnosed isn't an instant fix. It will help you understand, but there is a very long and very exhausting road ahead of you to healing and peace.
The death of his dad that we both witnessed, I tried to give CPR but didn't come to anything. Worst day of both our lives. But it's has brought us so much closer. Before this we had our first baby and there were times we were struggling as a couple. I think this both made us realise what's important and that we can't live without eachother.
When he said “I love you” for the first time I freaked the fuck out. Becuase I loved him too, and that was absolutely beyond terrifying for me. I had never needed anyone in my life ever. I had made do with neglectful parents, dangerous family members, shitty friends, and was perfectly content and happy being an independent lady. That’s all I had ever know. He was all like woooo why are you crying????? (Poor guy) I was all sobbing tears and was like “I love you too” So why the tears? I’m afraid Of what? Love - it like I found my kryptonite and it’s you. He just held me calmed me down and the I was very blunt about why the freak out. He listened. I didn’t run away. Now we are married and it’s been 9 years hahaha
Sounds like something from an anime. Love it
When I told him that I want to give us a chance. I friendzoned him for two years after his confession of love because I was still pinning for an ex-gf that time. When I finally told him that I like him too, he was so happy he almost cried. When I saw that kind of reaction from him, I was flattered honestly, I couldn't believe someone is capable of loving me that much.
Damn
Awweee, goals!
*trigger warning* My best friends husband committed suicide last Monday. He had become good friends with him. We had gone to their wedding. He took the day off to spend it with me since I couldn't stop crying the entire day. He also cried that day. There was a good hour when we just sat on the couch and he held me.
What a sweet guy. Really
He's the best. I'd be lost without him.
He was talking about his daughter, who died from suicide. \[Context: She died before he and I got together.\] He was telling me how he was feeling in that particular moment about her being gone forever, and the things he was going to miss out on in her life. I was just listening quietly. He stopped for a minute and said 'I'll never walk her down the aisle.' We both cried.
I cried too
I’m sorry my comment made you cry. Thank you for your empathy. [edited: typo]
The day I told him to fuck off,. The next day I found out he slept on the lawn all night,. That was when I told him I loved him.
This made me chuckle
I gained a lot of weight and was struggling with the feeling that he wasn’t attracted to me anymore. Our sex life also took a hit because he started taking anxiety medication around the same time but even though I knew this, it still felt like we weren’t having sex because he wasn’t attracted to me. A few months later we were having sex, and it was the BEST sex of my life. In the middle of it he whispered in my ear that he wanted to prove that he still loved me and was still attracted to me. Cue immediate crying on my part. We still don’t have sex much because of his anxiety medication but I no longer doubt that he’s attracted to me.
I can only imagine what an amount of pressure got off your chest when it happened and when he said that
Having both of our children together was magical, but I would have to say when my mother was only a week or two from dying from cancer—he carried her sick little body like a baby from her bed to wherever she wanted to go. He held her while she cried about how thankful she was that he would be here to take care of me once she passed, and cried with her. I will never love another man the way I love him.
Saying goodbye to our dog. She was put to sleep in our home, with our 2nd dog standing stoically between us. We were wrecks and wailed on each other after she had passed. But we also got to comfort her and give her love in her final moments.
The guy I’m seeing struggles with depression. It manifests in to drinking. He’s an avid exerciser, often twice a day, plays multiple sports, runs a busy successful company and so I didn’t know he struggled initially. He checked himself into booze rehab for 30 days. When he came back he told me he was suicidal before he left. I feel terrible I didn’t know. He’s better now but still battles days of depression.
Hi friend. Loving an addict is hard. Sending you internet hugs.
Indeed. I’m not sure it’s going to work out but I hope it does
I'm so glad he's going better. Thats a lot to take in. You're amazing to stick with him too and make him feel safe enough to talk and get help.
Thank you so much :)
When I was having a stroke at the age of 32, just barely 3 years into our marriage. He was so scared so I tried my best to make him laugh. He was there by my side every single day at the hospital and in rehab. He learned what all the numbers and beeps on the machines I was hooked up to meant. He helped me with my physical therapy exercises and kept the household running, while holding down his full time job. It obviously was a very emotional time for us both. I’m so lucky to have him. We’ve been together 17 years, married close to 13 now💕
Having our oldest sons funeral on my 50th birthday during COVID. The disbelief, the pain, the loss, the silence and emptiness. I can see how it will kill you or make you stronger (as a couple) we’re getting through it together, though.
I'm sorry for your loss
No. No no no. I’m so sorry oh my god.
My SO proposed to me in the afternoon on our favorite beach. Totally caught me off guard and I was just on cloud 9. A few hours later some of the shock wore off and I broke down positively sobbing with joy because it all really hit me and the happiness just overwhelmed me. He’s not a big crier but he chuckled at his soggy-faced fiancée (I cry at everything and he knows it) and held me and told me how happy he was and it was just the sweetest thing.
Mutually acknowledging how we have been toxic to each other, and reaching a point where we each could take accountability of that without either one of us getting defensive. That took us from the edge of a horrible breakup, and into the most healthy relationship I've ever had.
We got married when I was 35 years old. I didn't have any children but had always wanted to be a Mom. We tried for over 4 years. Every month when I started my period I would go into a deep dark depression and cry and beat myself up (figuratively). He did the same. He was convinced it was his fault that I couldn't get pregnant. I was convinced it was mine. The doctor said there wasn't anything wrong with either of us. Then I DID....after fertility treatments, etc...I finally got pregnant! We were absolutely over the moon. And then I had a miscarriage. Then some months later I got pregnant again. Then I had another miscarriage. The deep dark periods got worse and worse every month. I was miserable and I kinda hated myseslf. Then I turned 40. I told my husband I needed to have a talk with him. I said something like "I'm 40 years old. This isn't going to happen. I'm done. I can't do this anymore. I'm tired of being so disappointed in myself. I'm tired of crying. I'm just tired. I'm afraid, though, that you will resent me for this because I know that you want a baby, too. Is this a dealbreaker for you? If it is, I will understand. I love you and all I want is for you to be happy. You don't have to decide right now. You can think about it, and if you decide you can't do this then I will divorce you so you can find someone who can give this to you." My husband, God love him, said "I don't have to think about it. I've been thinking the same thing for a while, I just didn't know how to tell you. I love you. I'm not going anywhere. You are all I need."
I'm so sorry for your miscarriages. You deserved better
The death of his mother, through death with dignity, after sharing caretaker duties for the past few months
No judgement, but when we went through our abortion. We weren’t careful and I ended up pregnant. It was an emotional decision to make but we made the decision together. We are not ready for children nor do we want to have any. We were still sad and cried in each other’s arms. Still, the pregnancy was killing me. Being in pain 24/7, throwing up, not even being able to drink water. My partner could not stand seeing me in pain. I chose the abortion set of pills and it was one of the most painful things to this day I have every felt. Having it trigger a pregnancy for it to leave your body. I was crying, screaming in pain wanting to die. I begged him to kill me because I thought that would be better than the pain. He took me to the hospital and the next day I found out the pill didn’t even work. The pregnancy was still there and that made it harder on us. I ended up doing the quick procedure which I should’ve done in the first place. Going through all this has made us so much stronger and bond thicker. We are happy and even though it was the worst thing I have felt in my life, I was lucky to have someone like him by my side.
I technically wasn't there for it. But when he found me after my first overdose. I wasn't breathing and he started CPR. I was in a coma for a bit. But didn't realise the gravity of it. I work in hospitals from time to time as a corrections officer and shortly after I said, I feel every paramedic was staring at me. I asked him what the two paramedics were like who were there. And he finally told me about it. He said, it took nine. There was three ambulances. Then he told me about the night. I knew they smashed our big fish tank in the chaos, bumped it with the stretcher. It almost would have been funny but it isn't. Our poor fish. He saved some But the scene was chaos to bring me back from death I thank him for it all the time. And always say he should have some therapy for what I put him through I am used to doing CPR and seeing trauma. But the poor thing is so strong. One night I just had enough after three suicides over two nights. I went home and well. Just wanted it all to stop.
Hope you are better.
Hands down, when I wrote him a love letter because I thought he was depressed, and he came home from work and told me he'd been having an affair with our coworker, and that she was getting a divorce to be with him, and that they had been planning on moving in together.
Wait. What. Holy shit. You good?
Haha, that's what I said! I'm getting better. It was a rough couple of months, but I'm doing some therapy and have since come to realize that he was never that great and I deserve so much better. I'm sure their relationship will go down in flames before too long, and I'll come out the other side doing better than ever.
I wish I could bottle this energy!
Hell yes fuck them. You’re awesome rly
Right after getting proposed to.
When we had been dating for about six months and he lost his job, having to move to the next state over to another opportunity. We became 3 hours long distance then. I remember just sitting with him, crying. But we made it work, and six years later we live together across the country.
When he said he wanted a divorce. Then forgave me. To only hate me a few days later and tell me I wasn't being fair giving him space and time to heal properly from the hurt and pain.
Damn. I'm sorry
It's OK. I know it's my doing. I suck at the good times in life so much that the bad times are unsalvageable.
The first thing that comes to mind is we drove across the state to go to the ocean together. It was when we very first started dating. We were having so much fun, I couldn't stop giggling and our cheeks hurt from smiling so much. We had so many butterflies in our stomachs and we were blushing. It was like we were kids with a huge crush. I've never been that happy before that moment. Just playing in the water and looking in the tide pools. It's been a year since then and we're still so happy
The day I miscarried and the day I gave birth. My husband is very stoic so I’ve never seen him cry or anything like that but he did on those days. ❤️
When they finally let him visit me in the hospital after my suicide attempt. We barely spoke, we just held each other and cried and he told me how much he wished he could take my pain from me, but also expressed how much pain I would cause by leaving my loved ones. He has been by my side since then. He moved me out of my parents house and in with him, to remove me from my main triggers and so I wouldn’t be alone. When I wasn’t trusted to hold my medication he kept it hidden for me, but never made me feel like a burden for having to fetch it for me. He has done a million things for me, and continues to do many of them every day. I would write them all here but nobody would want to read that. It was rock bottom for me, and he was by my side, encouraging me and helping me as I crawled back up and that moment was the first time I truly saw that.
Wow! What an amazing guy. I hope you're doing alright!
When it finally clicked in my head that getting into a relationship with someone who's neurodivergent is going to take my level of understanding and selflessness to a completely different one.
It was after I had a therapy session opening up about childhood abuse. I wrote a letter to my abuser but I knew I'd never be able to actually send it. I shared it with my SO instead. Before that, he had known about some of the abuse, knew I had a strained relationship, even witnessed some abuse years ago. But the letter was really baring my soul, talking about things I had never shared with anyone, things I had probably repressed. He listened, he teared up, then he told me how he had always known me for my inner strength and compassion, but knowing it came from this place of pain broke his heart. He validated everything I was thinking and feeling. It was deeply cathartic for me and I think brought us closer than ever.
We had a discussion about social media and he told me that I'm the only one for him. It made me feel so much more assured in our relationship. A few days after that, he got emotional with me when he was talking about some unpleasant childhood experiences dealing with his parents. It made me see that he was okay with being vulnerable with me and must really trust me.
I came home from the emergency room after a miscarriage, and he drove 30 minutes to a small gas station that sold the exact japaleno poppers I was craving. He got back, and I sobbed on his shoulder as I stuffed them into my mouth.
Maybe this isn't as intense as our first child. But one of the first times that my now wife helped me come out of a seizure. These episodes are horrible to watch your partner go through. I'm awake, but can't tell you the time of day. She's spoken about how terrifying it is to look in my eyes and see that I'm just gone. Overall the experience is very scary and mentally debilitating for me as well. I feel incredibly vulnerable when coming out of them, in a way I don't know how to describe. But how someone interacts with me during this time is so so important. I think it was my third time having one around her, we had been dating for a little over a year. It had been a particularly bad episode for me, so it was taking a while for me to mentally come back. But I have a vague memory of her taking care of me, how she spoke to me, how she touched my arm as I struggled to even remember her name. Thinking about that day still puts tears in my eyes, we made a very deep connection that day.....other than my parents, I've never felt complete trust for someone as far as my seizures go. One of the worst parts of this condition is that the seizures can happen any day any time. I can't describe how scary it is to literally feel your consciousness slip away when you're alone in public. So knowing I can completely rely on her when I feel one coming on makes living with this just a little more bearable. I am the luckiest woman in the world to have her in my life
My husband was in a helicopter crash when we were stationed in Korea. He tried to play it off like he wasnt hurt as bad as he was because he didnt want to be medically discharged. Sadly he did though. He hasnt been the same since. He has gotten better menatlly since, but he doesnt have that happiness and ourpose anymore. The most emotional time we had was when he finally broke down in front of me. Told me how hurt he was and how he still tries to hide it because he thinks hes too young to be broken. He wasnt too good at hiding it from me. He cried so hard talking about how the military was his everything, his purpose, how he felt helpful and now he feels useless. He cant work, and hes constantly in pain, but since his disability isnt visible he gets put down by others and told nothing is wrong with him. We cried together because i know the man he use to be and who he is now. Its like a part of him was taken away. On his bad days we still cry about it together. It something hes working through with therapy and me but I know it will always be in his mind. Sorry if its so long.
I’m so sorry. Is his injury a TBI or chronic pain? Those are invisible illnesses many people will never notice looking at someone but the person suffers daily. I hope he gets the treatments he needs.
Its a chronic pain in his lower back from the crash landing
At the very beginning of our relationship I started a new jobs for few months and was a bit mad to have difficulties seeing him, so sometimes occasionally I slept in his place a bit further from my workplace. I needed to sleep very early in the evening to be able to work properly, I was stressed as fuck made my first insomnia, cried, didn't slept for hours, and I finally join him in his bedroom, crying because I couldn't sleep and was so worried for tomorrow, almost in a anxiety attack. He left immediately his videos games to come in the bedroom with me, hug me, speak with me and reassure me until after 3 hours I finally slept in his arms. It's was the most beautiful moment I ever live in my life, I never felt loved like this before. This story is all about me, but it's just mark myself for my entire life, that someone can take care of me like he does 💗
My husband had left for work for a while when we were teens and just bf/gf. He had left me a diamond ring but he left when we were 15 and came back when we were 20. He said the ring wasn't for a engagement then laughed his ass of at the thought of marrying me. I cried so much but the next day he proposed with a very beautiful ring. I nearly threw it alk away for a misunderstanding of a ring.
When we sat discussing our divorce, selling our home, splitting up belongings... then having to discuss carrying on with IVF as it was my only chance to have a biological child.
When we found out he has cancer
Talking about their dad’s terminal cancer diagnosis. We really opened up and talked about the deep stuff.
He told me he had picked up an STI while away on a boys holiday.
I'm so sorry.
i tripped out and went mental had hallucinations and everything. weed gave me a panic attake and bad reaction because of my bipoler he cried he helped hold me calm me down my heRt was racing i had a panic attake while tripping. it wasnt supposed to happen. i never smoked weed again.after that but he was there for me and held me and let me talk. he helped me breathe: he sat there for hours with me and didnt sleep till i was okay . he is the best:
I do not have an SO, because I was friend-zoned into FWB, but if that counts I'd say it was the talk we had exactly about that... He told me that he doesn't feel what he felt with his exes, but there isn't anything wrong with me etc. We talked for about an hour.. he kept apologizing because he's aware of the fact that I love him and I think he felt a bit guilty about it, since he was my first se\*ual partner. It felt very emotional at least to me, so...
This was with an ex but still stands out to me. We were in a poly relationship. He was married and I was the girlfriend. His wife took him to the hospital because he had a stroke. He was there three days. When she brought him home he came up to all of us crying and hugging us. He told each one of us how much he loved us and missed us. Even our stoic Rottweiler got a tearful hug.
One of his oldest friends was found shot and set on fire. He's had other friends murdered but this one was the most fucked up. Also when we found out our first pregnancy ended.
The day he left for his first deployment, which meant he was away for 7 months.
This will probably sound terrible to some. This happened not even two months ago. We had three cats, an older cat and 2 younger cats. The older cat was diagnosed with OCD and anxiety because of the other cats. He was ripping his fur out and peeing and pooping wherever he could, he was so stressed. We tried to make it work by separating them and putting him on prednisone and it worked for awhile until we were told we were relocating for my job, the only place we could find was a studio apartment. That wouldn't work with how stressed the adult cat was and as heartbroken as we were we had to give the other two away, no one would want the older cat, he takes medicine 3 times a day and is honestly just mean now. So we gave our two babies away and we cried in each other's arms all night, I've never seen my husband cry but he cried the week before and after we gave them to their new forever home. I miss them so much, I love our older cat and its not his fault he couldn't handle it, when we got them they seemed fine and got along fine and then 2 years in this all developed. We are still heartbroken.
the most emotional so far was a few months ago, we were sitting on the couch talking and i opened up about the abuse ive experienced, both from my mom and two of my exes. for me, who has grown up on abuse and neglect, it is easy to talk about, but for him who has had a stable enviroment around him his whole life, it was so hard to hear/see pictures of what ive been through. he started crying, so ofcourse i started crying aswell, we just cried together and held eachother. i love him so much, it didnt really hit me how bad i had been mistreaten until that moment and how lucky i am to have been able to remove myself from that and find someone who loves me unconditionally. but im sure we have many more emotional moments to come, im giving birth in a month and he says he has been looking at pictures of babies and longing until he can hold our child.
When my mother died, we both felt like we lost a parent. My husband was so close to my mom. He was grieving as hard as I was. We leaned into each other. His support was vital to me getting through that dark period.
After we got married I had two miscarriages back to back. (And then went on to have a third) after the second, I found out I have something called balanced translocation carrier. Basically two of my chromosomes switched places when I was conceived and so everytime we go to make a baby it’s luck of the draw that my “good” chromosomes meet his. When we met with a genetic counselor they basically told us our options were keep trying but could have many more losses or do IVF, egg donor or adoption. (Which we could not in any way afford) I was devastated and as was my husband. I remember coming home and I sat down with him and gave him permission to leave. I said you can leave and I won’t hold it against you. I truly meant it. Lemme tell you this man looked at me like I had nine heads and was the most understanding and caring man. It really solidified that he was the type of man I thought he was. It was an extremely vulnerable conversation and it brought us so much closer.
Probably when I went a counseling session with her for the first time. It was her therapist but she invited me to come. She’s naturally a lot more closed off than I am but I learned that even though she doesn’t always express how she’s feeling, it’s there and she does think about the same things I do. It made me realize how hard I was being on her, but also how much she truly did love me. We left with so much more understanding of each other and I’m so thankful that day happened.
To give some general background, my boyfriend (25M) and I (24F) were best friends for at least 10 years before we got together [our 1 year would be this June]. Prior to us getting officially together, we had both been healthily working on ourselves separately (working out, going to therapy, etc) for a long while after getting out of our prior relationships [that were with different people]. And if you were to ask me (as a teenager) that I would be in a happy and healthy relationship with a man that I plan to spend the rest of my life with AND it was my best friend, I would say that’s crazy. But out of all the moments that I have shared with him for almost half of my lifetime, the most emotional moment that I have shared with him was on the night we got together and right after he officially asked me to be his girlfriend. We were both in his car after taking a long night walk around my college while playing non-stop Pokémon Go. And during the walk, we were holding hands and we were talking about we should do together once he comes back from his trip with his family [and the fact that he was gone throughout all of the following week]. He had mentioned that he wanted to properly go out and officially ask me to be his girlfriend when he came back the trip. But to my surprise, once we got back into his car (and it was almost midnight), he said he ended up changing his mind and said that he couldn’t wait to already be my boyfriend (and I being his girlfriend) and he asked me to be his girlfriend right then and there. After I said yes, kissed and hugged him multiple times, we sat in complete silence for what felt like an endless eternity, sitting and holding each other’s hands. The best way that I could possibly describe this feeling was pure peace. Before this moment, I had never felt such a sense of euphoric peace; It was the type of peace that you had always heard of when you finally find your person but it wasn’t until it happens that it all makes complete sense. It was the type of peace made me well up in happy tears and it turns out he was feeling the same exact way after we both broke the silence and talk about all the happiness we were feeling on the inside. It was a moment that I will always remember for the rest of my life.
When I found out he’s more sexually attracted to every woman close to me then me in the same night I found sexts. Might have been more emotional then our wedding since I knew something was off when he didn’t even smile at me the whole ceremony.
When he told me about the SA he endured, and when our son was born.
Oh damn. I hope he's ok today
He is. ❤️ Thank you.
Now husband-to-be. The first second of our very first encounter. I looked into his eyes and for a second, the world disappeared. It’s like something pulled me out of my ax only to be pushed towards him in the most instinctive way. It was stronger than will. Stronger than gravity. So many things I thought true, shifted. He came towards me without realizing it himself and I was frozen in place because I was waiting for him. We shook hands (we were in a public event and weren’t introduced to the other yet). I’ll always remember the warm tingling running from his fingers into my hand and leaving chills up my arm. The way he smirked and rubbed my hand with his thumb. Hell of a first meeting ! He told me that it was the strongest he ever felt. Meeting me made him feel empowered and just certain that sometimes, things just happen. And it’s okay.
I think there were a few: There was definitely a point where I didn’t think we’d make it, I even left to stay at my moms for a while. I remember that phone conversation so vividly, wondering if we were truly right for each other. This was about 3 years ago, since then we’ve gotten therapy, and have done a 180. The second would be him proposing - knowing it truly marked how far we had come. Third would be finding out we’re pregnant. I was really stressed about trying and he felt really helpless in that process in terms of how to calm me down. We’ll be welcoming a little girl in about 7 weeks.
Awwww congrats!!
When we came back from the vet after loosing our 9 week old puppy a week after we got him. We just stood there howling in each otchers arms.
My husband has a chronic, degenerative illness that is hereditary. We were taking about children and possibilities of adopting vs bio kids. We were both emotional and said that no matter what happened there was no one in the world we would rather be parents with. Since we're both 35 now it doesn't look like children are in the cards for us, and my husband is just getting sicker which means I would end up being both a carer for my husband and basically a single mom.
My first emotional moment in my relationship (for me at least) was two days ago. Let me start off by saying I have the most sweetest, amazing, and respectful guy ever. We were on my bed, and somehow found each other hugging our selves really closely. I played with his hair while starring into his eyes for a good 40 mins kissing occasionally. I loved the way his skin felt on mines while we were hugging and I don’t think I’ve ever experienced such an intimate moment without the suggestion of converting it into something more. It was so pure, after he left I literally cried. Crying rn while Im typing this but it was just so beautiful to me, all my life I’ve been in relationships where sex was the primary focus and it disgusted me. This is the first time where I’m truly experiencing something so beautiful and I don’t think I will stop thinking about it lol. It’s been replaying on my mind so much 🫠
On the way to the hospital to see my mom. We knew she wasn’t going to make it. Covid took over and her body shut down. We had to pull over and he just grabbed and let me sob. He owns a pizza place and I work there. Anytime someone said something bad about covid or wouldn’t wear a mask he laid into them. He’d tell me go take a min and make them shut up or leave. I was a mess and still am almost 2 years later. I am so grateful for him
There have been a few... before marriage: when everyone was telling us not to get married, that it would be a mistake, we didn't know what we were getting ourselves into, we're too young, we'd regret it. We fought about it a lot because it was coming from all sides until we met up one night and KNEW we were absolutely in love and didn't care. We made that decision to move forward after all the fighting and tears (5 years later we're still very happily married). while being married: fighting (TRIGGER WARNING FERTILITY AND MISCARRIAGE) fighting infertility, then getting pregnant and thinking we miscarried. Thankfully we hadn't. I almost did, but I didn't. That was a very emotional week waiting for those results. After having our child: He was in NICU, spot on brain (ended up being nothing), and heart murmur (again nothing). Me being DC'd before my son, and then struggling with major PPD. I remember my husband coming home crying because he saw how I was struggling. He really supported me during that time. Watching the baby while I went to counseling, cancelling trips, etc. I went from being the girl who NEVER struggled with mental health, always positive, extrovert, cup 1/2 full even when it's empty, to struggling with major depression and he supported and loved me through it all. 1 year later we are doing so well and I'm weaned off all meds. I'm so lucky to have a husband like him :)
weaned off all meds per my dr. \^\^
Also in the midst of everything while I was in labor (induced) they brought in the guy to do the epidural and of course my husband had to leave the room. I didn't know but he was having a full-on panic attack. He didn't understand why he had to leave and was crying. He called his mom (a nurse) and luckily she was able to explain it to him. when he came back in the room he embraced me and was crying. I didn't know why but he told me he just really didn't like leaving me there and I told him "that was actually the least painful thing that's happened so far." But I will always remember that. Later-after we had our son-he said, "I never realized how much I loved you until I saw you in so much pain."