Frolic Friday – My Hubby is not going to fight for me.

When you fall in Love with your Prince Charming, the love of your life; you have a vision of how he will turn out to be. Like you expect that he will take care of you for the rest of life; he will not let anyone else come between both of you; he will not give up on you, ever; he will not allow any one else to put claim on you, on your love….. etc, etc.

I was hoping the same…. alas. 😦

My heart broke few days back, when another fellow came between us. He literally dragged me by my hand and took me away from my husband; and my strong built husband didn’t even said a single word. He just let me go, so easily. 😥

It so happened, that one fine day I was watching a romantic movie with my hubby, sitting on our couch, sipping tea and laughing at the silly jokes in the movie. It was like one of those life’s small happy moments. I was cherishing all this, when suddenly my youngest, three-year old son, Renne, came to us.

‘MAMMA’, he said, literally shouting, ‘don’t sit here‘.

I asked, ‘why’?

He replied with irritable tone now, ‘Don’t sit with Papa. Come to my side‘, pointing towards our loveseat couch.

I was not surprised, Renne has always been a mamma boy. If would have been a kangaroo, he would have never come out of my pouch.

I said to him, ‘ sweetie, I am sitting with Papa here. You sit on your couch. I will come later‘.

‘No’, he replied. This time he was sort of angry, not only on me but on his Papa too. I sensed it from the way, he looked at him. ‘Come to my side. Don’t sit with Papa‘.

He was blatant about it.

‘But I want to sit with Papa. I love him too‘, I said.

‘No, you love only me‘, he replied.

By this time, I was looking for some help, some support and I turned to my husband.

My husband, the love of my life, my savior, my soulmate….. ‘Why are you not saying anything? Say something to Renne‘.

Hubby – ‘What can I say? I don’t want to come between you two. I can’t fight with him.‘ :O

Arghh!!!

See, he gave up, so easily.

Renne won.

Till movie last, he was holding my hand, as if I could have run away. He didn’t even let me go pee. Thank God! He is my son and not a possessive boyfriend/husband.

God, save the girl, he is going to marry some day.

Coming to my husband, he slept on the couch that day.