I’m married to a man the same height as me. Absolutely zero regrets. He’s kind and funny, and my favorite person.
The only thing I’m slightly jealous of is that I might not be able to wear my husband’s ribcage as armor should I outlive him the way that women with taller husband’s can. But that’s life! I love my husband more than I desire widow armor.
I have no idea where your lore is from, but I like it! As a taller and bigger guy, I see no better way to go out than protecting my love my partner from hordes of barbarians. Let my ribs be impenetrable armor and my femur be an armor splitting bludgeon for her berserker rage. Tales will be told and songs will be sung, and …… crap, she’s now my ex. Forget it, I’ll fertilize a tree when the time comes
I’m married to a man the same height as me. Absolutely zero regrets. He’s kind and funny, and my favorite person.
The only thing I’m slightly jealous of is that I might not be able to wear my husband’s ribcage as armor should I outlive him the way that women with taller husband’s can. But that’s life! I love my husband more than I desire widow armor.
I have no idea where your lore is from, but I like it! As a taller and bigger guy, I see no better way to go out than protecting my love my partner from hordes of barbarians. Let my ribs be impenetrable armor and my femur be an armor splitting bludgeon for her berserker rage. Tales will be told and songs will be sung, and …… crap, she’s now my ex. Forget it, I’ll fertilize a tree when the time comes