I thought for a while, “where do I blog this?” Here or here? Since I got more readers here, I think, I chose the latter one. I want the world (as if the whole world reads my blog LOL!) to know that today marks our 5th wedding anniversary.
5 years had already passed, hmmmm…. make that 10 years coz I’ve already been with him for almost 10 years (next month to be exact) yet some people still ask me “Why did you marry an Indian?” Note the sarcastic tone in that question. 5 years ago, I would answer with the same sarcastic tone they used, with an eyebrow raised “Why do you ask? Do you even care or just curious about my lovelife?” Or simply because you are a racist who has got nothing to do with your life?
Why did you marry Derrick? Why did you marry your husband? Why did you marry him? I’d rather hear those questions than hearing “Why did you marry an Indian?“. Frankly speaking, I get affected when people ask me that way. But not anymore. I know my man. I know why I married him. He’s ideal. He’s right for me. He takes care of me and my family. He loves me. He’s a responsible father. He works miles away to sustain our needs. He’s the sweetest husband. He understands my moods. He handles the mess I make after I puked from drinking so much (remember the Bacardi 151 moments Mahal? LOL!) Need I say more? I could care less what other people might say and would have to say. I married an Indian because the traits I dreamed about of a man is in him. So what if he’s an Indian? Does it make a difference if I married a different national?
So why did I marry my husband, Derrick? Simply because I’m in love with him. Period. And another period.
Happy 5th wedding anniversary, Mahal! Your priceless gift will be delivered on Valentine’s Day haha! Love you more…. Mwah mwah mwah!