I don’t want this to sound egotistical but the truth is that I was a pretty girl. I’d love to tell you that’s been a blessing but for me it wasn’t. Far, far from that.
Every relationship I had until I met Greg was based mainly on my external stuff, they were attracted to that alone and few bothered delving deeper.
I think Greg loves my external but only because it’s attached to the best bits of me - my internal. He deeply loves my humour, imagination and childlike way of observing the universe.
Having said that he has developed this habit that still makes me squirm with happiness each and every time it leaves his mouth. He says “beautiful wife do you want … or “hello beautiful wife”. You get the idea, it’s really cringy but it’s also really powerful.
He reinforces each and every day that he sees me as beautiful and when he says it - I know he’s not talking about the external alone.