The Fiber of a Man

The other day I was feeling a little down because coming soon is another anniversary of the day I lost my mother. Just the thought brings tears to my eyes, only this time my husband ran across my mind. The man that vowed to support me, stand for me, never against me, through sickness and in health. This man vowed never to lay a harmful hand on me, to be my rock to lean on and pillow to cry on when needed.  He has never broken his vows to me and in my eyes has surpassed any and all expectations.

When we are young and dating or visualizing our future husbands and family life, we often place more importance on the way the person looks, what they drive and/or what kind of job they have. Very seldom do we imagine the different curves or lessons, as I like to call them that will occur and tack at the very fiber we are made of. If we are fortunate to grow up with our parents and/or siblings in a as normal as possible environment, and if we had a normal, functional/semi-dysfunctional, peanut butter no jelly house hold, we can’t imagine having to arrive at the crossroads where we have to choose to stand or fall.

When I came to one of my crossroads (because I swear I have seen a few roads in my time) I found myself tragically loss of my mother and my first cousin. I doubted myself, everything I knew including my father in heaven. I was never a sad and broken girl and during that time that was all I saw. I use to tell my husband, that I didn’t know who I was and who I was supposed to be; as I had never lived on this earth without my mother (best friend). He would constantly say to me, “even if you don’t know who you are, I do and I love you with all of my heart”. This is why I celebrate and thank God for him!

In my darkest days, the light was shined on the mere fiber of this man. He had full control and opportunity to talk down to me, to run around with other women while I sat home crying and depressed. He had all the time in the world to try and break me down, but he didn’t. He uplifted me; he said wonderful and positive things to me on a daily basis. When I cried, he stopped the world for me and held me in his arms until I felt safe and strong again. He took on the duties that had fallen by the wayside in my darkness. He allowed four of my family members to move in, while working and supporting eight people on his income alone and never complained. He created a supportive and stable environment for me to heal in. THE FIBER OF MY MAN!!

So, I share this story because I want the single women out there to know that this type of man does exist and he exists for you. No one is perfect or without fault, but the superficial perks we sometimes as women look for to calculate the fiber of a good man are not necessarily found in a type of job or car. There is no difference between me and any single woman seeking grand love, I didn’t settle so don’t you. I think about all of the idiots (fish) I had to throw back in the water to find my man, I am so glad I did. THE FIBER OF MY MAN!!!