Tethered

Someone recently asked me if I needed my man. They went on to say that I'm a strong and independent woman...and that she didn't "need" her husband, but she "wants" him and that means much more. She said some more stuff, but I was so caught off guard that I didn't really hear the rest. I pondered for a long time. 

Do I need by husband? Do I want my husband? Are those my only options? 

So I thought....and here's what I concluded.

I need food. Without food, I will die. Period. And once I'm dead, food is pointless. I need air. Without air, I shall surely perish quite quickly. Once I'm dead, I will no longer care about air. I need for my body to work properly. It is the only vessel that can contain a human soul. 

I want a gold necklace. I can live with or without the necklace. (Although I really do want one.) I also want about $1,500 more money per month with a hefty savings and investment account. But if I don't get those, it's okay. And if I die, those things will no longer matter.

Now, when it pertains to my Hubby, the words "need" and "want" really don't effectively summarize the way in which I am tethered to my husband. (Keyword: Husband/Hubby, not "my man.") There is neither a want or a need. Again, there is neither a want or a need. It is something that is genuinely beyond my control. It is something that is bigger than mere verbs. He is the man that God decided to yoke me to. 

Needs and wants are no longer concerns once you're dead. But what my hubby means to me....transcends anything I have ever felt. I can literally feel the energy that tethers me to him. It's surreal. I can literally feel when this string of energy is too tight, when it's loose, when it's pulled taut. This energy isn't something that death can destroy. I don't know for sure, because I've never dies before, but surely something like this transcends death and is welcomed into Heaven. 

There has been times where he and I were laying in the bed together. I was thinking thoughts and questions inside my head and he would answer them aloud. The first time it happened, it shocked both of us. I was laying in down, with thoughts/questions running through my mind. Hubby then answered one of my questions. I whipped my head around to face him and asked, "What did you say?" He repeated his statement and looked at me quizzically. I shared with him that I didn't say anything aloud. He was shocked. He said that he heard me "clear as day." Although this shocked us, we just thought it was a fluke. Then it happened again, again and again. Now whenever he starts to answer my question or reply to me in general, he asks, "Did you say that aloud or in your head?"

So to answer her question, "Do I need my man?"

​Our existence is intertwined. Our souls are tethered to each other. Those type of mortal needs and wants don't apply to us.

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