Ode to “Husband”

Sometimes we get attached to things that we probably shouldn’t, but some inanimate objects warrant such attention.

When I was in college, my dad bought me this back pillow for those long nights of studying in bed. If you walked the dorm halls back then and looked in the rooms, most  girls had a one. We affectionately called them “Husbands.”

My husband has been with me since 1988 and has been with me through

  • three different apartments
  • three different houses in three states
  • two nursing babies
  • numerous books read
  • writing six books
  • hundreds of hours journaling
  • countless other things
It's so hard to say good-bye...

It’s so hard to say good-bye…

Unfortunately, it is time for me to say farewell to Husband. I have tried to fix things with him and provided a BandAid on an unfixable situation, but he’s resisting my attempts at reconciliation. The situation is irreparable.

They don’t make husbands like him anymore. The new-fangled husbands are filled with empty promises of making you feel like you’re about to walk through heaven’s gates, but their real substance won’t stand the test of time. They have no solid foundation like my husband had. Husband’s these days are soft, made of nothing. My husband was the real thing. He was tough, durable, and most importantly, supportive. Imagine that. I am going to miss him so much.

Now that he’s about to meet his maker, I don’t know how I’m going to make it through my upcoming manuscripts, long nights of surfing the web or eating in bed without him. My heart is breaking at the thought of losing him, but I must say goodnight–bid him farewell.

I hear Taps playing in the background….

So, what’s the inanimate object you can’t live without? (Um, it goes without saying but I’ll say it anyway: Keep it clean. 🙂 )



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6 Responses to Ode to “Husband”

  1. Donna D says:

    Farewell to thee, oh Husband. (You may find another replacement at a thrift store.)

    My favorite inanimate object has to be my RSVP pens. Can’t write without them.
    And my iPhone.
    And my iPad.

    Yeah, that’s all.

  2. Kimyatta says:

    Hmmmmm. Well. I used to think it was my iPad. Now….I’m pretty sure it’s my night shirt. We are going on seven years baby!! The pink night shirt with lil puppies and the words “doggy dreams” all over. The edges are starting to come undone but I love to sleep in it. Sure they’ve been others!!! But that one is my boo!!!!

  3. kimyatta says:

    So…I was reminded of this post this morning when I woke up and found my body pillow, “pil-LOW” no longer beside me. I’ve had pil-LOW for 13 years…since my pregnancy…anyhow…pil-LOW was sitting on the floor propped up against the dresser looking dejected. So…the following conversation ensued….

    ME: pil-LOW, what’s wrong?


    ME: Why are you sitting on the floor?


    ME: Come on…don’t be like that? What did I do? (I get up to get closer to him and leaned over another pillow in pil-LOW’s spot) This? It’s not what you think…

    Needless to say…pil-LOW is not speaking to me this morning…

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