

Mr. Kiwi is dead inside. Man will not cry at anything, while I cry at the fact that he doesn’t cry. Since I’ve known he’s like that, it’s okay, I can deal with it, but when I lovingly asked him if he would cry when he saw me walk down the aisle, he snorted and said, “Not a chance.” What? What kind of future husband IS this? The most emotional day of our lives, and not ONE tear?
When I see these bios with pictures of the grooms tearing up whilst opening their day-of gifts from the bride, I get all excited. I want to see Mr. Kiwi so happy that it moves him. Instead, what I’ll be getting will be a dry-eyed Mr. K. He’s not a person who cries, he says. So, instead of the beautiful pictures of the emotional bride and groom, we will have Mr. Kiwi, smiling, and me, giving him the old stink-eye.
Unless I resort to wearing a mask of an alien (the one thing Mr. Kiwi is terrified of), Mr. Kiwi will be completely stoic. What the hell, man. If he doesn’t shed a tear during the birth of our first child (when I have to have a 12lb baby [the average in his family]), he will be feeling some pain. I will get my tear, damnit!
Do you think your SO will tear up?