When you doubt yourself it hurts my heart a little bit, though I am conscious that when I call myself fat, ugly, stupid (or all three) I’m probably doing the exact same to you. I am grateful that you feel you can share your insecurities with me, even if those insecurities make my ears want to close up in disbelief.
You called yourself a loser but you’re my superhero.
You think you’re not masculine enough but you’re wrong.
It was manly of you to crawl into bed with me when I was having a bad depression day.
It was manly of you to let me cry it all out on your shoulder.
It was manly of you to listen to my hurtful words against myself.
It was manly of you to cry with me.
It was manly of you to offer to cook lunch for me. I’ll never forget that meatball and spaghetti dish – not only because of your interesting seasoning, but for the kind gesture that got me out of bed.
It was manly of you to bring me back my favourite drink to cheer me up (chocolate milk is guaranteed happiness).
It was manly of you to have your own down day. Everyone is allowed to let their feelings consume them for a while, if that’s what is needed. We all need to take some time out to process and heal.
It was manly of you to say that you missed me when we had only been apart for a few hours (I missed you too).
It was manly of you to say you were upset by the tension we had between us that morning.
It was manly of you to stay home with me instead of going out so that I could make it up to you with a home-made cinema experience (including tickets).
It is manly of you to take me for who I am. You don’t judge me for my past, you love me for my present and for our future.
It is manly of you to be yourself.
It is manly of you to want to give me everything I want, especially our future pets: Doug the Golden Retriever/Husky mix, Mister and Munch the rabbits, Finn and Jake the Guinea Pigs, and Kevin the Pug.
It is manly of you to love musicals, and know the lyrics.
It is manly of you to picture me pregnant and tell me how protective you already feel you’re going to be when the time comes.
It is manly of you to let me move your hand to strongly hint that I want you to continue to caress the side of my face or rub my head.
I don’t compare you to the ‘lad’ culture because that’s not what I want. I don’t compare you to older business men because they’re not what I want. I don’t compare you at all – there is no comparison to be made.
You asked me if I wanted a “manly-er man”. I don’t.
You are the man.