Now, I’m sure when you see a title like that, you’re thinking this:

courtesy of DC comics

courtesy of DC comics

    I am a huge batman fan. I am a bigger fan of him than any other super hero (and this is coming from a HUGE nerd). I own three Bat shirts (for starters), a bat watch, keychain, cake ring, and so on and so forth. My fandom isn’t because of his looks or lack of raw “super…ness”… but for his use of machinery and darkness to keep streets safe. His brains as much as his brawn.


Anyway, this isn’t about Comic Batman, It’s about this one:

MY Batman

MY Batman

This is my batman, Aaron. You may often read me refer to him as Batman. It’s just what I call him – and with good reason. This man saved me and Chi from a bad and unavoidable path almost two years ago. Instead of allowing me and my oldest to sleep in my Nissan on the side of a road, he stayed with me and convinced his family to help. Then came marriage, a home of our own, and a baby! The rest, as I say, is a comic book waiting to happen.

   Not only is he supportive and sweet, but he’s hilarious when he wants to be. He keeps me laughing – especially when I’m feeling down. One of the sweetest things he has ever said to me was that he referred Chi as his daughter since the very first day he met her. A few days after meeting him, he popped by for a visit, ended up leaving, and coming back with ‘food essentials’. Bread, cheese, lunch meat, cereal, and milk. “I couldn’t ignore your empty fridge,” he said. I knew I loved him at that moment. Quick, yes, but is there really such a thing when a higher power is in control? I know couples who met and married in the same week – still going strong.

He’s called Batman for a few reasons. He’s the coolest person on the planet to me. He’s an awesome dad and extremely protective of us all. I can’t even take Charlie out to pee at night without him or protection nearby. Last night he asked me if I was happy as a Housewife. I thought he was asking to try and convince me to work again, but he asked because he just wants to make sure I am happy. Period. MY genuine happiness is a concern if his. Wow… Who wouldn’t love a man like that? Those out of their freakin’ minds, that’s who!?!

   All in all, I can’t believe I lucked out. There really is no better phrase for this topic. For once I’ve met and married the definition of love and kindness – after so much unkindness. His best qualities include his fierce love for me… and my weirdness. He takes it all in tow with a “that’s not weird at all” attitude that pretty much helps him sleep at night.

   When times are rocky, he’s the cement that keeps my worrying brain grounded and my feet from falling out from under me. He makes fun of my couponing, but encourages it every times I walk through the house with four bags of stuff under $10.00 . No worries, I’ll shed some light on my couponing craze down the line. He’s my everything and our kids are keep us going for sure. Batman, I’d be lost without you around.

Men: Be yourself for that special someone. Unless you can be Batman, then be batman for that special someone. Every girl wants their very own super hero to swoop them up and show them the meaning of a loving family man. Trust me, I’ve been on both sides of Justice when it comes to matters of the heart. I’ve had my share of Jokers for sure.



A Heart To Heart With Hubbs…




  Before I get into all the lovey-dovey stuff, let me first give a little background on my current situation. As I said previously, I am a stay-at-home mom by force. Force meaning, no matter how hard I have tried or how good my resume looks, I can’t seem to catch a break getting a job. I’ve always prided myself in the ability to not be out of work for more than two weeks since my daughter, Chichi was born. As of late, I haven’t had the best of luck. Once we found out of was pregnant with miracle baby #2, we moved into our own apartment using our tax money and filled it with blessings from friends and family (i.e livingroom furniture, kitchen needs, bed room needs) and a few belongings of our own from previous lives.

I’ve been on the search for a job since January and no luck. My mom says not to give up. That with the way the economy is, it’s hard for everyone. This got to me. I’ve never failed at provided for my daughter. I’ve never been comfortable relying on anyone because of how I grew up. I felt like I failed as a parent and a mom.  I didn’t realize how much until my impatience, guilt, and frustrations about the whole thing seeped into my relationship with Aaron. While he just wanted some love and affection, I kept my distance because of how I was feeling personally. He became distant and I assumed it was because me and Chichi were becoming a burden on him. I felt like he didn’t care about me anymore and that hurt so bad. Boy was I wrong…

I just let it all out this morning. I cried and cried and cried from 5am until the end. He came back home from dropping Chichi off at school and began his day like normal. making coffee and cereal. Only difference is, he didn’t speak to me. Even though he saw my tears, nothing. FYI, I’m not one for tears. Never have been. Again, that has to do with how I was raised. Anyway, I finally stepped out of the living room and went to the room to cry. He followed and we finally had it out. He held me until I stopped crying – reminding me to think about the baby- and we talked.

It was hard opening up to him. But I did. He was shocked at my thoughts and accusations. Saying he would never see us as a burden. That this is what he wanted and he loves taking care of us. That instead of thinking about myself as a failure – which I’m not- think that maybe this is what God intended. That God doesn’t want me working right now. That I should stay home and focus on the baby. He said, me working at the house and maintaining it IS work and I should be proud. I really didn’t think of it that way before, but it definitely was an eye opener.  All Aaron wanted was love. Some cuddle time and “appreciation” for all the hard work he does do for this family. I was so wrapped up in my sadness that I forgot all about how me must have been feeling. That’s why he was so distant.

All in all, if there’s anything you take from this post, let it be that communication always has been, and still remains a vital key to relationship success. I almost forgot that and lost a very important part of me – my Aaron.

P.S.. Make-up sex is always awesome when everything is understood and the love it still there. 🙂