I enjoy talking with my husband.
I’m usually the one doing most of the talking, while he takes on the role of listener.
When we were dating, I didn’t realize he was such a good listener.
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Back then, I just assumed all men were attentive to their girlfriends
—it’s that phase where they’re trying to impress you.
Over time, I’ve come to understand that many marital issues stem from speaking and listening
—or more precisely, “how we talk” and “the attitude with which we listen.”
I’ve also realized that these are major factors in determining marital satisfaction.
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When I talk to my husband, his reactions are nothing dramatic
— but just enough to make me feel heard:
“Really?”
“Did that really happen? Seriously?”
“Yeah… I can see that.”
When I vent or complain about someone, he even gets angrier on my behalf:
“What’s wrong with that guy?! Is he insane?”
“Unbelievable! That’s just ridiculous!”
It’s those little moments that remind me how much I appreciate his presence.
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My Husband Is from Busan
The stereotype that men from Busan are blunt and stoic? It really depends on the individual.
In their fast and rough dialect lies a deeply genuine love for their wives
—or at least that’s how I see it.
When I call my husband, he picks up 95% of the time.
On the other hand, I probably answer his calls about 60% of the time.
Sometimes I’m genuinely busy or in a meeting, but often,
I just don’t want to interrupt a good lunch or a chat. I’ll admit, I tend to let his calls wait.
But him? He’ll pick up my call even if he’s eating lunch at work or in the middle of a shower.
Even when I unknowingly bombard him with texts while he’s cooking dinner,
—he’ll pause to reply, telling me he’s cooking so I’ll stop texting
—and then he goes right back to cooking.
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When I ask for something, he always tries to help.
If he can’t do it right away, he doesn’t forget and makes sure to get it done eventually.
If I complain about slow internet, he checks the speed for me.
Before I even mention it, he takes care of the food waste.
He does the dinner dishes without a word and lets me carry the lightest grocery bag
When it’s hot, he’ll pre-cool the car with the AC for me.
When it’s cold, he’ll preheat it with the heater.
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Even though the bus stop is just a 10-minute walk from home,
he always shows up with the dog to pick me up after work.
(He gets off work two hours earlier than I do.)
In winter, he says it’s too cold for me to walk. In summer, it’s too hot.
He’s also a fantastic cook. He’s a pro at grilling,
– and his barbecues and steaks are a hit with every guest who comes to our house.
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There’s so much more I could say—easily over a hundred things.
But writing this all out makes me feel especially grateful for him.
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Married at 24: 20 Years Together _ A Story About My Husband
I got married a month before my college graduation ceremony.
(Technically, I graduated—I just couldn’t attend the ceremony)
People often ask me if I ever regret getting married so young.
The truth is, the quality of a marriage has nothing to do with the age you get married.
Regardless of marrying early, over the 20 years we’ve been together,
my husband has never once disregarded or belittled me—not even for a single day.
I feel deeply loved and wholeheartedly respected by him.
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The wounds and voids from my childhood, which I carried for so long,
– were unknowingly soothed and healed over the past 20 years,
simply because I was lucky enough to meet such an incredible husband.
It’s only now, two decades later,
that I realize just how much I’ve been cared for and how far I’ve come.
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