Shenaya Chinoy

An Unconventional Marriage

Yet Another Unconventional Marriage I love calling him my husband. I’ll find any excuse I can to throw it into a conversation on a daily basis. My husband needs to make an appointment. My husband asked me to pick up some Tylenol. My husband loves that flavour of ice cream. It makes me feel good. It makes me feel loved, safe, settled. Whenever I catch a glance of my wedding band, I smile and kiss my finger. It’s corny, I know, but it’s true. I think of the day he put it on me. I remember never having smiled so much as I did that day. I remember laughing and dancing, I remember him holding me close.