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SERIES: 31 Reasons The Hubs and I Have Lasted 17 Years, #18

 
#18: Whoever is driving should not receive any “help”, suggestions or directions unless asked.
 
This one is common sense.  We don’t like it when someone in the car is a backseat (or passenger seat) driver to us, so we should not do it to others.  As I mentioned in reason #17, doing so comes across as belittling the driver, not trusting that they’re competent enough to drive properly or get you from point A to point B.    I know, I know; sometimes the driver isn’t competent to get from point A to point B, but you still have to bite your tongue.  When has any argument that your husband had no idea where he’s going or a suggestion to stop for directions ever been well received?  Never.  So don’t do it.  Wait until you are asked.

 

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SERIES: 31 Reasons The Hubs and I Have Lasted 17 Years, #17

 
#17: Just because it isn’t done my way doesn’t mean it is done wrong.
There are very few things in this world that can only be right or wrong.  The hubs, very eloquently, came up with 2: 1) humanity = right; 2) genocide = wrong.  Period.  Most everything else is up for interpretation.  But for control freaks, know-it-alls, black-and-white types of people, that’s a hard pill to swallow.  I know because I’m one of them!
This is something I get from my dad.  I’ve always hated it (and still do b/c he still does it) when he swoops in with his “suggestions” and “options” of other ways to do something.  It makes me feel like he doesn’t trust me to do anything right or he has to supervise and tell me the “right” way to do something.  I feel belittled, even though I know that is not where my dad’s coming from.  So, since I know what it’s like to be on the receiving end of that, why would I do that to the hubs?  Because, like my dad, I have an analytical mind and can figure out the least expensive and/or most efficient way of doing something and I can’t imagine why anyone would want to do it any other way.  I think that makes me a “destination” person – focused on the objective and get there as soon as possible to be done with it.  The hubs is a “journey” type of person – he enjoy the process, the challenge, the figuring things out as he goes, and if he makes a mistake, he’ll just figure out another way.

 

Last Summer, we spent 2 days putting together a new hybrid grill and we did great.  We were able to mesh my way of only reading the directions and following every single step in order and to the letter with his way of viewing a picture of what the finished product should look like and then figuring out how to get there on his own.  I let him take the lead.  I had the directions and when he asked for them, I would read them and tell him how the next step should go.  When he didn’t need the directions, I helped him put it together his way.  And it worked.  We have a great grill that still works even though there was more than one way to put it together.

Here’s an even better example: it drives me crazy that the hubs won’t use the garlic press!  I think it is one of the best and most efficient kitchen gadgets ever invented and can’t imaging why anyone would waste time chopping garlic themselves.  The hubs prefers to chop garlic with a knife.  You don’t get uniformed-sized pieces with a knife and it takes longer!  Whynot use the garlic press?!  Because he doesn’t want to.  And, I suspect, because I want him to so badly.  ;o)  Every time I see him peeling garlic I want to go to the gadget drawer to get him the press.  Nothing I say or do will make him use that press; it will just belittle him and send the message that I don’t think he can even handle the simple task of chopping garlic.  Instead, I’ll walk out of the kitchen so I don’t see it, bite my tongue and be grateful that someone else is cooking the meal.  And you know what?  Not only do those meals taste delicious, but you can’t even tell what the garlic looked liked when it went into the pan.  :o)
 
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SERIES: 31 Reasons The Hubs and I Have Lated 17 Years, #16

#16: I had to learn to not fight dirty.
The hubs and I spent a lot of time bickering this weekend, so I figured it was time to put up another post about fighting.  And the funny thing is, the bickering we did all weekend was not your normal, “I want this and not the that that you want” or “I’m right and you’re wrong”.  We were arguing for each other, not ourselves, if that makes sense.   Here’s one example: we both had places to go at the same time on Saturday.  The truck has excellent A/C and the Volvo’s A/C only works sometimes, and even then it’s not very cool.  We each wanted the other to take the truck and be comfortably cool and got in a raised-voices-and-slamming-things argument about it!  “You take the truck!”  “NO!  You take the truck!”  LOL
As I’ve said a few times already in this series, I was a professional, down-and-dirty fighter when I got married and I learned how to be one at home, growing up.  Ugly, red face in his face; yelling; finger-shaking; stomping; slamming doors; breaking things; cussing, including saying “fuck you”; button-pushing; throwing issues in his face I had no business bringing up; and then, not letting him leave when he needed to get away from the raging bitch in the house and take a breath.  I don’t blame him for wanting to leave; I was a lunatic!  Who wants to be around that?  Plus, I was so good at button-pushing, that I started an anger in him he’d never felt nor let out before.  He wanted to leave before he got as mad as me because he’s twice my size and could snap me like a twig if he wanted to.  But when he tried to leave to let us both cool down, I blocked his way.  I’d fling myself against the door and lay on the guilt trip – “what if you have an accident?  What if you die and we never see each other again?  How do you think I’m going to feel knowing that these were out last words?  Let’s work this out and then you can leave!”  But all I really wanted was for him to stay long enough for me to get a rise out of him, get him to rage like I was doing, get from him what my mom was never able to get out of my dad.  Pretty sick, huh?

 

It’s a true testament to how much this man loves me that he stayed.  I would have walked out and never gone back if the roles were reversed!  But he told me this had to stop and a couple of times he actually showed me what happens when I push him too far.  Seeing that convinced me I had to grow up and stop this shit.  I’ll give you an example in another post later this month…
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SERIES: 31 Reasons The Hubs and I Have Lasted 17 Years, #15

#15: The hubs does not “babysit” his own child.

Y’all know what I mean!  You know at least one couple, or you just might be that couple, in which the father considers himself to be babysitting his own kids for his wife on that rare occasion that she goes out alone.  The wife has to leave a long list of instructions and leave her cell on, as if a neighboring  teenager was watching her kids for the 1st time.  The hubs either doesn’t know how to do things, certainly not “the way Mommy does it” or pretends not to so he won’t get “asked” to do this often.

Now, some of these dads are like that because they choose to be.  They feel their sole job is outside of the house and they provide the funds for the mom to keep house and take care of the kids.  But that’s not always the case.  Some moms prefer to do everything, either not trusting the dad to do it her way (read: the “right” way) or she likes to/needs to be needed, depended on, the sole provider of all things organized, clean and comforting.  I think this does a terrible disservice to all members of the household.

The hubs does not feel that his contribution to parenthood stopped at conception.  When we got pregnant, he was just as excited as I was.  The hubs is adopted and knows nothing about his birth family.  B is the only blood relative he’s ever met.  I know what it’s like to hold your baby and marvel over the fact that I created him; he is a piece of me!  But I can’t imagine the sense of completion and home the hubs must have felt when he met his first blood relative.  :o)  (OK, that just got me all verklempt.  Tawk amongst yourselves.  I’ll give you a topic: The Prince of Tides was not about a prince, nor tides.)

Anywho, he’s been involved since day one.  He did diapers, feedings, laundry, playtime, took B with him to run errands, was the only one who could stop B from that late afternoon/early evening fussiness that caused me to walk the floors while bouncing him and he slept in a recliner, many nights, with B on his chest because that was the only way B would asleep.  The hubs is B’s most frequent playmate, they share secrets, share hobbies and go away for weekends together.  And the hubs encourages me to get out alone or with my friends, even for long weekends.  All that joy, closeness and blessings are deprived from every member of the household when one parent is not as involved as the other.

I remember one evening when B was about 6 months old.  I needed to get out and we needed groceries.  Instead of us all going, the hubs insisted I go alone.  I went to The Walmarts, my favorite place at the time, got something to eat and browsed through the clothes and housewares before starting my grocery shopping.  I am such a cheap date and happy doing these little things.  I came home and was surprised my boys were not in the living room.  I went looking for them so the hubs could help me unload the groceries.  I found then in the nursery.  The hubs was asleep in the glider rocker and B was asleep on his chest – naked.  Upon closer inspection, I noticed that the hubs shirt was soaking wet.  I woke him up and asked him what happened.  B was on the changing table and the hubs was changing his diaper and getting him into PJs for the night.  B got really upset and wouldn’t stop crying.  The hubs picked up the naked B to console him but when he tried to put him back down a few times, he got hysterical again.  The hubs got tired of standing and sat down in the glider with B, who then peed all down his shirt.  The hubs didn’t want to put B down and upset him again, so they stayed there and rocked and eventually fell asleep.  It’s one of the hubs’ fondest memories with his boy.

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SERIES: 31 Reasons The Hubs and I Have Lasted 17 Years, #14

#14: Snoring eventually becomes white noise.  Ear plugs work in the meantime.
 
I cannot imaging snoring, alone, ending a marriage.  There must be other issues going on besides just snoring.  Yes, it mos def interrupts sleep and sleep deprivation can make you completely miserable.  But snoring should not be a deal breaker, if everything else is good in a marriage, and both of you need to work to solve the snoring issue.
When the hubs and I started sharing a bed, he snored from day one.  OK, I though, this is my lot in life. This is how it’s going to be and I need to get used to it.  And eventually I did.  Two and a half months after we were married, we had to move in with my parents and I noticed that the hubs wasn’t snoring all the time.  It took me a while to figure out why (I always have to know the whys).  It was linked to alcohol.  When we were dating and then living together, the hubs would have a beer or a glass a wine with dinner every night.  When we moved into my parents house that stopped.  My parents do not drink, I rarely drank at the time so Paul did not bring it into the house.  But if we went out to eat and he had a drink or two, he snored that night.  It would wake me up when he was lying on his back, his breathing stopped and then that huge SNORT would come out of him and wake both of us up.  LOL  Simply rolling him over on to his side quieted the roaring down enough for me to get back to sleep.  Some nights you have to roll the snorer over a few times.  I eventually learned to roll him over once and wedge something behind him so he could not roll back over onto his back.  :o)

 

Now, if the snoring is really bad and even the snorer is sleep deprived and it affects their waking hours, a trip to the doctor is in order.  My brother was so sleep deprived he found himself falling asleep at his desk at work.  His doctor referred him to a sleep clinic, he was diagnosed with sleep apnea and now gets a wonderful, quiet night’s sleep every time, thanks to his sleep machine.
I don’t recommend sleeping in a different room than the snorer to get a good night’s sleep.  Once that starts it hard to sleep together again because you are not used to the snoring.  Time together is what it takes to get to the point where it’s white noise.  Until then, wear earplugs.
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SERIES: 31 Reasons The Hubs and I Have Lasted 17 Years, #13

#13: The way your spouse dresses does not reflect on you, so let it go.
 
I’m not talking about embarrassing or inappropriate dressing, just different styles.  If you are a parent, you know the internal struggle when your kids get that age when they want to dress themselves.  You want to encourage the independence but you worry that people will judge you for horribly mismatching your child’s clothes, so you want to tape a sign to their backs that says, “I dressed myself; please don’t blame my Mom.”  For a time, I think the hubs felt that way about me.

Not in the beginning; I was a sexy beast in the beginning and dressed the part!  I have plans to write a book about “Our Story” because it is a damn good story, if I do say so myself, but I’ll tell this little snippet here.  We met at work and 2 months later, the hubs decided to move out of state (no, he was not moving to get away from me).  His last week of work, I wore such sexy, borderline slutty, outfits to work that I am shocked I wasn’t sent home to change.  His last day, a Friday, I wore this sheer (read: see-through) black top and matching pants with black, lace undergarments.  I think my track record for accuracy and the fact that my personal business habits saved my employer so much time and money that they made my habits policy throughout the international organization is what saved my ass over those outfits.  I just wanted the hubs (whom I’d only been on 3 dates with at this time) to have something to miss when he moved 460 miles away.  ;o)

Three months later we were engaged (the outfit, obviously, worked) and 3 months after that we were living together.  Then something….interesting…happened.  When I would get dressed for work in one of those sexy, hip outfits that had attracted the hubs, he started saying things like, “Do you think that’s appropriate to wear to work?” and “You don’t need to wear  that; you already have your man.”  <:-O  Please don’t hate on the hubs.  He really was a progressive, supportive person and even I was taken aback by this behavior.  It had nothing to do with me; it was probably due to his own insecurities and the fact that he thought I was such a great catch that others would want to steal me.  Bless his heart!

OK, you have to realize that I have never been a girly-girl, a fashionista.  I had absolutely no fashion sense for 2 reasons: 1) my mom was not a girly-girl and had absolutely no fashion sense, so there was no one to teach me, and 2) both my mom, all my friends and I went to Catholic schools and wore uniforms, so there was no need for “real” clothes.  Even the college I went to (culinary arts school) had uniforms!  But at the job I had before I met the hubs, I became friends with a wonderful woman who dressed sexy and hip and knew all the cheapest places to buy clothes.  She would take me to these places, pick out clothes and tell me to buy them.  Otherwise, I’d be lost!

Fast forward several years to being laid off from my job at 7 months pregnant, having a baby and then afterwards, having no place to go that required a dress code (read: the Walmarts).  So, I was back to the 80’s weekends of my Catholic school days when I wore over-sized t-shirts, jams (how many of you remember those), sweats and men’s boxer shorts.  I have to tell you now, that the hubs has had a “uniform” ever since I met him and he still wears the same thing.  I never realized he had a “uniform” until one of the members of my mom’s group actually called it his “uniform”.  This is what he he has worn for the 17+ years I have know him: exhibit A and exhibit B, specifically that brand, too.  So, the hubs would love to see me in something that does not involve sweats material and is, somewhat, form-fitting.  His idea?  The same khakis and Polo shirts that he wore.  Not me!

He finally let go of the dream that I would have the same taste in clothes as him and just uses this question as the barometer of what I should and should not wear: “Are you comfortable in it?” and I so love him for being in that place of acceptance.  Because, what choose to wear, has absolutely no reflection on him.  :o)

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SERIES: 31 Reasons The Hubs and I Have Lasted 17 Years, #12

#12: Neither one of us may make a financial decision over $100 without consulting with, and getting the agreement of, the other.
Many, many marriages end over finances and I can understand why!  We were two independent people when we met, managing our own money with no input from anyone else and we both felt we were doing a mighty fine job at it.  But one of us was a spender and one of us was a saver (I’m not naming names).  We’ve had our money together in the same account from the beginning.  However, If I was a young person today, there is no way I would pool my money with my spouse.  I have seen firsthand how nasty divorcing couples can be and purposefully hurt each other financially.
One of us made some bad financial decisions in the past and then tried to solve them alone, instead of being honest with the other one and working on a solution together.  Covering up led to more bad financial decisions that we have been paying for (literally) for years.  So now, no one can buy, contribute to or commit to anything over $100 without permission from the other.

 

The A/C unit in the house we rent is 10 years old and is too small to cool down this house.  We’ve had 3 A/C and heating professionals tell us that.  But the owner is not willing to get a bigger nor an additional unit.  So, our cooling expenses in this house are outrageous!  The until runs constantly because it cannot get the temperature inside below 82 during the day and we run 3 freestanding fans (there are no ceiling fans or even wiring for them in this house, either).  Costco has coupons right now for portable air conditioners and I want to buy one.  The $300-$400 cost of the unit is less money than we spend in the higher electricity from the A/C unit running so much!  I like the portable one b/c there is no window installation involved and we can have it downstairs during the day and upstairs at night.  All I need to cool during the day is the kitchen and family room.  At night, we could move it upstairs to our bedroom because all the cool air in the house is directed to B’s room and his room only.
I am not a weather complainer; I can’t stand hearing and reading people who bitch constantly about the weather no matter what season they are in.  We had A/C in my house growing up, but my mom only turned it on for guests.  So we were covered in sweat all the time; that was the norm.  While I have felt the heat the 1st 3 Summers we were here, and I listened to the hubs complain about it every single day when he came home form work, it didn’t bother me that much.  But this Summer it’s really bad due to the higher temps outside.  So, I asked the hubs about buying a portable A/C unit last week.  I thought for sure he’d be all for it since the heat bothers him more than me, but I was wrong.  He said no.
I want to buy it.  I could ignore his wishes, go out and buy it and serve the family ramen noodles for the rest of the year in order to pay for it.  I know once it’s in the house, the hubs would be so happy and cool that he wouldn’t make me return it.  But I’m not going to do that.  Know why?  Because we have an agreement and wouldn’t want it done to me.  That’s a major key in any relationship – to treat others as you want to be treated.  When asked which commandment was the most important, Jesus boiled them down to just two things we need to do: 1) Love God with your whole heart, mind and soul, and 2) love your neighbor as yourself.  And He’s the expert on everything.
 
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