The Amazing DH’s Amazingly Bad Day
Friday, November 13th, 2009Sometimes, even amazing husbands have amazingly bad days… Yesterday, my dear husband told me I was:
a. Like a broken coat he didn’t want to get rid of.
b. The love of his life that no amount of money could induce him
to leave if I was dying.
c. Like a child’s ratty, nasty, dirty, old blanket.
d. All of the above.
Hint: When he fails, he does so spectacularly.
It began in the morning.
Craig: “I don’t have a coat to wear.”
Me: “You have about twenty in the closet.” (Yes, this was an exaggeration.)
Craig: “There’s something wrong with all of them. This one has a broken zipper. This one has broken elastic at the waist. This one has a rip. I don’t like the collar on this one.”
Me: “If they’re all broken, why don’t you get rid of them?”
Craig: “Should I get rid of you just because you’re broken?”
FAIL
It ended at bedtime, as we discussed an aquaintance’s situation. His wife has been given a few months to live. He’s been offered a construction job out of town. (We didn’t get the impression it was long term or anything.) His wife and her best friend want him to go because they could use the money. (And in this climate, who couldn’t?) So, as the resident sick person, I could identify with the practical, I’ll-be-fine, take the job side. But Craig said:
“If I was told the love of my life only had a few months left to live, then I would ignore her opinion and be selfish. I would want to spend my time with her and deal with money later.”
Ooohhh. It brought tears to my eyes.
WIN!!
I told Craig that was so much better to hear than that I was like a broken coat he didn’t want to get rid of. It set him back and he scowled.
“I did say that, but that’s not how I meant it.” He stands up and faces me, looking earnest and sincere. “I meant you’re like a child’s blanket. This ratty, nasty, dirty, old thing they drag arou—”
He froze and mimicked digging with a shovel.
LOL I told him he was going on Facebook for that one.
What are some of your favorite spousal fails?


