Tancy and I met back in early May of 2004. Aiden was just over five months old, and Tancy was around 6 months pregnant, and as round as a beach ball. She was loud and crude, and frankly, scared the poop out of me. We worked together for around 4 years before she changed departments. We stayed in contact through random run-ins at work, our children's birthday parties, and going to friend's places and drinking. I can honestly say that there wasn't ever a time I DIDN'T like her.
Over the last two years, she has become sort of like a lifeline for me. She is the person who is (usually) always there, via text or phone when I need her. She is a realist who will not sugar coat things. She tells me things like they are, whether or not I want to hear them. She plays a very good devils advocate, but at the same time is excellent at listening without giving opinions. She is my wife. There is no other way to describe her. No one on this planet can read me better than she can. We fight like we're married, we party like we're siblings, and she has brought out a part of me that I didn't know was buried in there for a very long time.
She has been there through two of the toughest breakups of my life. She has listened to me cry, and let me be the crazy drunk. She hasn't judged when I tell her that I want to sit at home and eat a pound of chocolate and not talk to anyone all weekend long, and she proudly wears her "team edward" shirt next to me in the theater while I'm wearing my "team jacob" shirt. We have seen the last two (soon to be three) twilight saga movies at the theater around noon on opening day. It took me seven years, but I finally talked her into reading the Harry Potter series.
She shares my love of books, sexy male celebrities, and noisy body functions. This woman can burp like no man I have EVER heard burp before. We both have seven year old boys, so stories about wieners and them walking around naked, are endless. She, literally, lives next door to me. Our bedroom windows face each other, and though we don't make a habit of looking into each other's bedroom windows (though we have had a conversation or two through them in the afternoons and early evenings,) it's sometimes just nice to know, as a single person, that one of my favorite people is only 15 seconds away.
Do I always like the decisions she makes, or the things she chooses to do? Hell no. But I think she knows that I will support HER no matter what her decisions are, even if I don't agree with them.
This next Tuesday is her last day in my department at the hospital. She's moving on to bigger and better things. "You're going to be so mad at me!" was the phone call I got when she told me about being offered a new position elsewhere. And I'm not mad. I am so beyond happy for her. Neither of us is destined to remain a Supply Tech for the rest of our lives. We're both too smart and driven for that. She just happened to be the first to make it out of the trappings of the catholic health system. I am so happy, and boundlessly proud of her for that. It's really going to SUCK not having my best friend there day in and day out. I'm going to have to find other people to converse with, seek advice from, and waste my time with. I have no doubt that I'm going to get by just fine without her there, it's just not going to be as enjoyable.
So this is to my heterosexual lifemate. My wife that we don't touch wet spots. I love you!