I
love my husband's chivalry. Yep, chivalry is alive and well! It took
awhile to manifest itself, but live it does, and I LOVE it!
I've
always been very independent and pretty capable of taking care of
myself, so I guess he just never felt much of a need to display any
protectiveness or defense of me. I'm hardly the classic damsel in
distress. Like many women, maybe even most women, strong and capable
or not, I love being protected and defended. It makes me feel
important and loved, like a priority, not so alone. Whether I need to
be or not doesn't really matter much. Oh, I know I'm
loved, whether he says so or not. I'm not fourteen years old. I'm
sure he'd defend his family if the need arose, too. He's a good man
and would do whatever is needed. There's just something about a
confirmation, a verbal affirmation, a display. It takes my breath away!
I think I've always been this way underneath. I might have
said I wasn't, maybe I'd have argued and acted insulted that anyone
would suggest that I needed protecting. I could take care of myself!
A lot of that mindset stems from the silly attempts made by some of the
macho, he-man types who either did it for show, or as a way to gain
power and control over me. There is also the fact that not many people
in my life have ever come to my defense, and it became easier to claim
I didn't want any than to admit I wasn't worth any. But I can tell
you honestly that underneath all of the false bravado, or maybe the
real bravado, I have always wanted a champion. I have one, and I love
him.
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