The husband reads my blog. On many a morning, I receive a phone call from him with his views about my latest post. Without even a hello, he launches into whatever conversation he feels we need to have based on what I wrote. I'm okay with it. It just another form of communicating with each other. Plus, if he doesn't like what he reads, he can just not read it anymore and I'm okay with that too.
A little while back, I wrote
this. I thought he knew how I felt about how he proposed to me. Even after reading the post, he still didn't get it. The post was about how I wished he had put more thought into the proposal. About how the way he proposed didn't show that he had really thought it through. It's a little late now to do anything about it, but I think about it sometimes, so I wrote about it. That's what I do.
He called. He apologized for not getting me a ring. What? That was so not the point. I stated in the post that it wasn't the point. THE RING WAS NOT THE POINT.
Hours later, the doorbell rings. A man hands me this:
Ohh, pretty flowers!
Would have been funnier if it said: Sorry this isn't a ring.
At least he's trying.
A little while back, I wrote this. I thought he knew how I felt about how he proposed to me. Even after reading the post, he still didn't get it. The post was about how I wished he had put more thought into the proposal. About how the way he proposed didn't show that he had really thought it through. It's a little late now to do anything about it, but I think about it sometimes, so I wrote about it. That's what I do.
He called. He apologized for not getting me a ring. What? That was so not the point. I stated in the post that it wasn't the point. THE RING WAS NOT THE POINT.
Hours later, the doorbell rings. A man hands me this:
At least he's trying.