big boy

You knew at a young age that you wanted a simple life. That’s all you needed to get by. A simple life, maybe somewhere in Big Bear, some place in the mountains.

Well, you didn’t get that. In fact, you got the opposite. Living in an apartment complex, dead center in Los Angeles. How embarrassing.

The only thing really keeping your mood up was the fact that you weren't alone. You were never alone. You had an amazing husband who loved you even through your crazy moments.

What made you stand out like a sore thumb at family gatherings, though, was his weight. With the family you had, he was constantly the butt of the joke, and since you were in Los Angeles and your hometown wasn’t that far away, you couldn’t escape.

but that never stopped the man you loved. He proudly carried the weight that only the healthiest relationship could’ve given him. he was happy; you were only happy that he was happy. And he was so big.

he made you feel good. loved, cared for. He encouraged you to step out of your comfort zone. He stood by you when you were stuck in bed. And best of all, he was a fucking detective with a loaded paycheck.

All you had to do was cook for him and be you. He didn't demand that you be a housewife; he didn't demand food. But if you were married to a walking bank, you would only want to please them.

Life was fulfilling, even if you didn't get to live in Big Bear. At least you lived with someone and that someone paid for you.