Husband

So there's a heavy word.
Yup, I got me a husband. Why is that weird? Well, it feels like it took a long time to get to it, and it doesn't feel natural yet. In my head I'm still that girl in high school who didn't date. I remember when I was trying to decide if it was alright to call this particular dude my "boyfriend". I was always uncomfortable with the word "Fiance" (I mean, really, could they think of a more awkward word? My friend suggested to me that "betrothed" was pretty bad too, but I kinda dig it) and often reverted back to "boyfriend" during the engagement. Like: "This is my boyfriend. We're engaged." In fact, the only time that "fiance" ever rolled smoothly off my tongue was when I ran into my high-school archnemesis (though I doubt she thinks of herself that way, probably more girl-with-whom-I-have-a-long-and-complicated-history-of-competition, but there's nothing like unadulterated hate to keep things dramatic) and I got to say: "Here's my Fiance" smuggly while she strained through the crowd to try and find her boyfriend. Ha! Take that, competition girl! I don't care if you are a triathelon-running engineer pursuing a law degree! I'VE got a real, committed relationship!
Anyway...
Now I've got me a husband. Despite the fact that I totally love him to bits and never have any intention of us being apart, or like, seeing other people or whatever, it's still a big deal.
Don't even get me started on being a Wife.