Hubby and I recently went on a bit of a road trip as a celebration of various things.
It was lovely, I had a great time, and we found a book warehouse that was having a 75% off sale (this is heaven for bookworm/scifi nerds like us!).
However, I had wanted to go somewhere a bit further away, and when I mentioned this Hubby said that he didn't want to because it was a bit further than he wanted to go. This proceeded to spoil my day completely. I don't know why, I really don't. And when hubby got sick in the tummy and stressed from driving around a crowded city when he hasn't been driving for all that long I just got crankier and crankier. I kept thinking horrible things like "You're always sick, it's just your excuse for not doing something you don't want to do!", "You want food court food? We came all this way for freaking food court food?", "We drove the extra 40 minutes from the first stop to shop at a bookstore and go home again?", and general snippiness like that.
So instead of appreciating the effort to go out and shop and have fun alone time, I harboured awful thoughts, even though thery were about semi genuine concerns, and eventually told him what I was thinking.
Hubby was not happy... Hubby told me so... Hubby pulled over and growled at me. It wasn't fun.
However, out of that grumpiness and unfunness came today. Where I told Hubby what I wanted, even if I thought he wouldn't like it or want it himself. Where he set boundaries, and where we just generally enjoyed the crap out of ourselves.
If my Domly Hubby type hadn't pulled over and layed out the reasons why we need to be clear with each other, even if I think it might upset him or make him grumpy. Then we either wouldn't have wanted to go out today, or it would have been a repeat process of the same pussyfooting around and secret resentment that occured on saturday.
I love that my man is such a strong clever type and I'm so very glad he took me on, and puts up with my generally bratty behaviour (not that I'm sucking up because I know he reads this or anything like that).
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