I am married- have been for almost 11 years now. My marriage has definitely had its ups and downs but I wake up every morning one thing: the guy to the left of me will always be there. He has been there through it all- parents dying, brother in AA, 2 children. He is my man.

Marrying at such young age raised eyebrows and stirred gossip as though I was an 18 year old getting my first tattoo. Truth be told, I did get one at 18- I thoroughly regret that decision and will use the "after 2 kids this is what happens to your yellow rose tat you get on your fleshy hip area just because you can" as justification. My rose looks more like a cabbage....

But I digress.

I love conversations with anyone but especially my husband. He is so witty. So knowledgeable. So full of off-the-wall sayings that I can never recite because I am destined to mess up any common saying. For example, "Chomping at the bit" is regurgitated as "Biting at the chomps" in Nichole World.

Again, I digress.

Being married for so long and out of the game for longer has challenged my relationship advice giving skills to my girlfriends who are stuck in the daily "Should I call/text him first?" , "What did he mean by asking me to send him a picture to dream about tonight?"

Its a cycle with any relationship; Waiting for the call, replaying every candid moment wishing you had played it safe and not purged your real thoughts, getting the call, relieved.

Replay.

Game on.

Problem is that someone loses in that game. Time to re evalute the strategy or change the players.

Getting to the point of this blog....

I could not help but wonder where I would be had I not found Dave...