I like to believe that I hold a special place in my husbands heart and his life. I am his wife. I do get to spend eternity with him. So you know, that counts for something.
I help him with the chores around the house (although admittedly he is better at consistently remembering to do the laundry whereas I forgot it down there... oops.) I make him dinner (a lot of the time). I clean his bathroom (that deserves an award after 4 boys lived in that house, can you say disgusting?). I make sure our sheets get washed every two weeks, if not every week. I make sure that he has what he needs for the week. And he really takes care of me too. He is the best.
But I've noticed lately, that he has another significant other. Yes, you read that right. There is something in his life that is pretty comparable to how important I am to him.
As his wife it was slightly confusing at first. Then I went through all the stages of grief. Denial, anger, guilt, bargaining, depression and loneliness. I am now to the point of acceptance.
You see this other thing is important to my husband, and I support that. And occasionally those two let me into their secret club, and I feel cool.
You see, our dog Harley, he is my husbands other significant other. I don't believe the two of them can live without each other.
Harley sleeps with us at night (truth be told, that was my doing not my husband). But given the choice to sleep next to me or my hubby, he chooses the hubby every time. He also would choose to sleep in between us first and foremost, trying to separate us! Harley cries when Carl leaves the house. Literally. Cries. He will stand at the back door and whine and whine. If he thinks Carl has gone into the backyard or garage without him, he will whine until I let him out to be with Carl. It doesn't matter that I am still in the house, it matters that Carl left. When Carl leaves for work in the morning, it breaks his little heart.
Lately on the weekends we have been taking Harley with us when we go places because he is home alone a lot during the week. If Carl gets out of the car before I do, Harley freaks out. Although Harley sits on my lap while we drive, it's only because he is not allowed to sit on the drivers lap. He has a 6th sense about when we are getting close to where we are going, he will start to whine and immediately jump in Carls lap the minuet the car is in park.
Don't be fooled. Harley may be in love with my husband, but my husband is also in love with that Dog. They are two peas in a pod. Inseparable. Although we occasionally disagree about who should get up to let the dog out in the middle of the night, Carl still loves that dog like there is no tomorrow.