five years

for five years now we've been together.

through thick and thin. i was always thick and she was always... just kidding.

in sickness and in health. even if you haven't met her, believe me, i'm always the sick one in this relationship.

for richer or for poorer. i don't know about this one. i've never been rich.

but she has been with me. and for me, that's quite an achievement. heck! i can't even stand a minute being with me sometimes.. and she did it for five years straight. this woman needs a statue or something.

it's amusing sometimes. whenever i tell people i'm married, they all give me this funny look like someone just died or something. actually, most of the time they give me the "what?!-someone-actually-had-the-balls-to-marry-you?!" look or "who-the-hell-in-her-lucid-state-of-mind-would-get-hitched-with-someone-like-you?!" look... but i'm cool with that. most people even go as far as asking for proof. "you're married? so where's the ring?" well, sorry folks, i've gotten so big these past couple of years that the ring wouldn't fit anymore. i tell you, if i were frodo, that ring would've never left my finger. stupid midget. anyway, the solution? diet or buy a new set of rings. i'm saving enough money to buy a new one.

what the hell am i saying here? anyway... what's important is, in this world where divorce, and annulments, and separations are as common as... well... a common cold, we've learned to co-exist. we've built a life together. and we even managed to have two adorable kids. i couldn't ask for anything else i guess. maybe... another five years... and another five years.. and another after that.. and another... and another... until god knows when.

yo vicky! here's to you and for putting up with me.