Date: April 20, 2025
Author: Melissa Tran

I don’t know if this makes me shallow, but I really wish my husband would put in a bit more effort with how he looks. Don’t get me wrong—he’s a good man, kind-hearted and all, but when it comes to appearances… it’s like he’s stuck in college mode. We’ll be heading to a nice family dinner, and he’ll show up in flip flops and a wrinkled tee like we’re grabbing takeout. His hair? Usually a mess. His shoes? Let’s just say they’ve seen better days.

I’ve gently brought it up—more than once, actually. He just shrugs or says, “What’s the big deal?” And maybe to him, it really isn’t one. Maybe comfort trumps everything else. But part of me wishes he’d want to look nice for me, even just once in a while. Not because I’m embarrassed—because I’m not. But because it would feel nice to see him trying. For me.

Here’s the tricky part. I get attention from other guys. Like, a lot. I’m not bragging, it’s just the truth. Whether I’m at the gym or out running errands, there’s always someone flashing a smile, throwing a compliment, or being a little too friendly. Some of them are ridiculously good-looking. You know the type—clean-cut, great style, confident.

And yeah… it’s tempting. I haven’t crossed any lines, but I won’t lie and say I’ve never wondered what if. I still love my husband. I do. But sometimes, I feel like I’m slowly drifting in a direction I never thought I would.

I’m holding on. For now. But I don’t know how long that’ll last.