As far as husbands go, Wayne comes close to being nearly perfect. He’s kind, considerate, and generous, but most of all he’s patient. Because as far as wives go, I’m more Lucille Ball than Martha Stewart.
However, Wayne has his moments when his flaws shine so bright they’re blinding. He doesn’t have many of them, but the ones he does have…wow! They’re doozies!
Flaw One: Mr. Whatever
Being flexible is a good thing. Being able to go with almost any flow and have fun no matter the occasion or surroundings is an awesome trait. But when I need help deciding on something –what to get or serve for dinner, what to do during the weekend, which movie to see–getting the, “I don’t care. Whatever,” response can get old fast.
Flaw Two: Commitment Issues
This one isn’t going to be what you’re thinking at first. Wayne is not one of those men with a commitment phobia. No, he suffers from the reverse condition. He over commits himself. He hates to say no, so he always says yes. Three people can ask him to do three different things at the same time on the same day, and he’ll say yes to all three. Usually this requires clean-up and profuse apologizing on my part when I have to call two of the three people back to cancel and/or reschedule.
Flaw Three: The Interrogator
The one that probably gripes me the most is Wayne’s uncanny ability to question everything. And I mean everything. I swear, he either didn’t completely outgrow that phase as a child, or he really should have become an attorney or investigator rather than a CPA.
He has no trouble sparking conversations with strangers, neighbors, friends or family because he’s got an inquiring mind that wants to know. But sometimes, like when I’m cooking, his questions are laced with a condescending tone.
My favorite, and the one that gets him tossed from the kitchen every time, is, “Why do you do it that way?” He usually asks this when I’m making something like lasagna that I’ve made 100 times before. He knows how I do it and why, but it’s like he forgets. Again, it’s not the question itself, but rather the tone –a mix of disgust and superiority, like he knows a better way I should be doing it and is peeved I’m not. (He continues to work on remedying this and not coming off so arrogantly. Some days he’s more successful than others.)
But…The Flaws Make Him Loveable
There are moments, like I said earlier, when his flaws shine through in the irritating way the late afternoon sun shines in the eyes of westbound commuters. I get irritated having to decide what we’ll have for dinner, with whom, and then listen to him question why I made the choices I did, but…
Those flaws are also what attracted me to him in the first place. I loved that he didn’t care what we did just as long as we were together. I loved that he had trouble saying no because he didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings. And I loved that he asked so many questions because he made me feel noticed.
So his flaws are also his strengths. Like lures to catch fish, they drew me to him hook, line, and sinker!
(And all these years I’ve always thought he was the catch!)
Courtney Mroch is a Pets Blogger. Read more of her blogs here.
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