Is it just my marriage, or is it most marriages – that the wife arrives at a conclusion FAR faster than the husband? I have no idea why my husband gets to where I am, at LEAST a year later. Most times, it’s YEARS later.
Am I right? Why is that? It’s not like I’m a therapist or a genius or have knowledge in all areas. I am a woman, a wife, a mother who never stepped foot inside a college until I toured college campuses with my son around eight years ago. And that was for him, not me.
For example, restaurants. We love certain restaurants down here. I have my favorites as does my husband. He could eat dinner every weekend at one of his favorite places, eating the same food, and never get tired of it. Me? I go to my favorite restaurants maybe six times per year because I don’t want to get bored of the food. Yes, the food is THE BEST. But eventually, you begin to fall out of love. At least that’s for me. Eventually, over the years, he’s come to my conclusion that special places should remain special – not the norm.
Another example was buying a house in my very favorite place in the entire world. One year we visited the location with a realtor and without the house, the LOCATION was enough. Who needed the house? I was all about the view, the privacy, the peace and quiet. My husband wanted to make a rental out of it so we could have another source of income after retirement. Nice idea, but it didn’t work for me. I wanted my house and I wanted no one living in it and I wanted to be able to go there without kicking out some renter. (Like a petulant child not getting their way) I knew then, what my husband didn’t seem to understand until a year later. That the house was in THE PERFECT LOCATION for peace, for quiet, for us to be us without a care in the world. We could build our dream home. Now he gets it!
My husband seems to think that our children will live with us forever. How I love that thought, really I do, but they will forge their own lives WITHOUT us. He hasn’t come to that realization yet.
How about leading a horse to water, hoping he will drink, but you can’t make him drink. I’m not quite sure he’s figured that one out completely. But after four children, wouldn’t you think he would get it by now?