I asked Nick the question from my last post – What’s the worst thing I do, something that
really pisses you off? Something you’d really like to spank heck out of me for?
As I suspected, he didn’t have a clue what I was talking
about. He’s laid back and I really don’t do much to bother him. His answering
email said in part,
Since you are almost perfect, of course, there is little to
complain about. I will have to be more aware. If you have something in
mind you can ask how I feel about it.
I can’t fault him for not knowing since I’ve spent more than
thirty-five years, on and off, hiding it from him. What is this horrible,
despicable thing I do?
I pull away from him. I shut him out and live peacefully in
my head for long stretches.
I don’t scream and yell, I don’t curse and throw things. I
slip away so quietly and so undetected that I’m sure he rarely knows I’m doing
it. I don’t pout, I don’t give him the silent treatment, but I rarely start conversations. I don’t even give him
dirty looks or eye rolls. I just go way where nothing he says or does affects
me. It’s the ‘sure, fine, whatever’ mode. This may not seem so horrible, but it
can seriously damage a relationship.
Sometime I wish he noticed. Sometimes I wish he’d call me on
it. Sometimes I wish he’d give me a hard, serious spanking to snap me out of
it. And if he doesn’t think I’m truly ‘back’ when he’s finished, I wish he
would spank me again. Sometimes.
Other time I’m glad he doesn’t notice.
Boy, I can hear Nick’s thoughts on this. “Let me get this
straight, I don’t know when you’re even doing this, but I’m supposed to
recognize when it happens – even though you’re giving me no hints at all. But
if I think it’s happening I should bust your ass, unless it’s one of the times
you really don’t want me to notice, and then I should just leave you alone. Is
that about it?”
Well, yeah, sorta.
When I was writing this post, and got to this point, I went
into true writing mode, meaning I was staring into space trying to formulate
what I wanted to say, when something happened. In all these years, it had never
happened before so I simply sat stunned listing to what I can only call a lecture
from one of my best friends. Here’s what Cassie had to say.
~o~
Enjoy your husband. Pay attention, and enjoy your husband.
Enjoy him when he is in a happy, loving, playful mood. Enjoy him when he’s
tired and crabby and withdrawn. Enjoy him when he’s mowing, doing the laundry,
and cooking. And enjoy him when he’s sitting beside you quietly watching TV or
reading or even napping.
Enjoy him for who he is. You chose one another above all
others in this world to share your lives together. And most importantly, after
more than three decades you’re both still there. Do you know how many women
would give their eye teeth to be in your place?
To have a man who truly loves you. A man you can trust completely and
who is completely loyal to you. You’ve never had to worry about infidelity.
You’ve never had to worry about drunken binges or abuse. You have a man who
cares for you and will listen to you – if you will just talk to him.
Enjoy him when he’s annoying you. Enjoy him when he’s being
inconsiderate or thoughtless. Enjoy him when he hurts your feelings or snaps at
you for no reason. Enjoy him, but you don’t have to ignore these things. I’m
telling you to be a wife, not a wimp. Tell
him if he’s annoying you or being inconsiderate or thoughtless. Tell him if he hurts your feelings. What
do you think is going to happen? You tell him these things and he gets mad and
says, “That’s it, I’m leaving. Marriage over.” You know that’s stupid. So, you
argue, big deal – you’ll both get over it.
Talk to the man! Tell him when you’re happy, tell him when
you’re mad. Stop living in your head and enjoy this wonderful man you have. When
you’re mad or hurt, you need to tell Nick and stop thinking in your head, “Well,
Tom would have… or Tom wouldn’t have…” – because I know you do this sometimes.
Remember, Tom is mine and only mine. No one else would put up with him. Trust
me, you would hate being married to him. I have the occasionally dream of being
able to do anything I want any time I want with no worry about the ivory brush.
Everyone has ‘the grass is greener…’ feelings at times. But never stay
there more than a minute or two.
You’re living on the fringe of your marriage, it’s like you’re
scared to get involved. You’ve chosen
peace and harmony rather than fire and passion. Maybe try it the other way for
a while. You don’t have any big problems
in your marriage. Quit nursing the little ones and learn to enjoy what you
have.
Enjoy your husband!
This was out of the blue. Cassie tells me her stories, but
she’s always stayed out of my business. I know, I know, Cassie is just another
part of me. So perhaps I was lecturing to myself, but it didn’t feel that way.
Regardless, she wasn’t wrong. I think I’m going to try to take her advice. Hmm…
taking Cassie’s advice on marriage, it should either bring Nick and me closer or I’m going
to get my ass spanked. Sounds like a win/win to me.