I’ve never known a man like the Hunter. He’s complex yet straightforward. He’s a man of simple needs: a good truck, a roof over his head, food in the frig, the outdoors, a dog to keep him company in the woods and a couple of good guns so he can hunt.
He likes simple pleasures: a fire, a toke (0r two), nature, good comfort food.
He gives me space to flourish, but makes sure that I don’t over-work, and he does it gently so I don’t feel controlled.
He is a man thru and thru. He’s strong, capable, resourceful — I always feel taken care of. He’s self-confident enough to not feel threatened by my career — that takes a special man.
I told him my number. I have never told anyone my number. It’s how much $$ I want to make. I may hit it this year — Year 1 of Maggie & Co, but I know I will hit it in 2018 and every year thereafter. I have never hit that number — I’ve come close, but never hit it.
I’m so lucky to have the Hunter on this journey. I’m sure, in fact I know, people may judge us by outdated social norms that think the man should be the primary breadwinner. I could care less about that. I was married to such a man and it didn’t work for me.
I would far rather have a man who strives to take care of me with innumerable Acts of Service. A man who celebrates my business savvy and wins. A man who is so easy to live with that I’m still in awe of my good fortune.
My needs may not be as simple as the Hunter’s. I want a nice home — which may be a bit of a challenge with the Kracken, but attainable. I want travel to distant lands: the beauty of Tuscany and Provence, the wilderness of Alaska.
The Hunter loves to travel, so I think he will love it too. He gives me space to breathe deeply and in turn I can love deeply too. I love him dearly.
I read this to the Hunter. When I finished, I looked up at him and he was wiping his eyes. “I hate when you write things like that,” he said. “Why?” I asked. “Oh silly girl, I’m the lucky one,” and he kissed me.