November 12, 2013 by Marj Hatzell
When you’ve been married for seventeen years (and together for five years before that), chances are you might actually finally know something about one another. It takes a while to figure each other out but eventually you know what makes the other person tick (hopefully) or what they like and dislike. This is certainly the case with The Guy I Live With and yours truly. We have always been pretty good at knowing one another (and not just in the biblical sense) and we’ve always tried very hard to communicate and respect one another’s feelings.
We don’t always get it right. I know, surprising, right? But we work at it every single day and make it a priority in our life together.
Naturally, The Guy I Live With is better at it than I am. It has almost become a game. We’ll be out driving someplace and I’ll pipe up, “You know what I could go for right now?” And he’ll answer, “A chocolate milkshake.” Like WHOA. He totally read my mind.
It should come as no surprise, then, that this weekend The Guy I Live With totally got it right several times over. Friday I wasn’t my usual happy and cheerful self and I couldn’t shake the sads. When the kids got home from school The Guy I Live With said, “You’re not having a great day, are you? I can tell.” I broke down in tears and did the ugly cry because I’m missing my parents pretty badly right now, due to my birthday and the impending holidays. He knew just how to fix it, too. He gave me some time to myself, taking Bugaboo out to pick up some yummy things for dinner. He spent the entire weekend trying to give me some breathing room, taking Bugaboo out so I could nap or have some quiet time to do my beloved crossword puzzles.
Naturally, I woke up Sunday morning and said, “You know what I could go for right now for breakfast?” There are hundreds of possibilities. Somehow, though, he answered, “Hmmm. Vanilla cream donut? No…Spinach and Bacon Soufflé from Panera.” And darn it, he was right. And I had one. And it was good.
No, it’s not always about food, I promise.
Ok. Maybe it is.
Though that morning we were running errands and standing in line at the deli counter when I blurted out, “I KNOW WHAT I WANT FOR DINNER. Can we have…” and he finished my sentence, “Homemade chicken and dumplings. That’s what I was thinking, too.”
Whoa. This is getting eerie. It’s like he can read minds! Either that or I’m really quite predictable (the more likely scenario) and I am not very adventurous and pretty much have the same thing on my mind at all times. Like potatoes. WHAT? They’re delicious and amazing. So there. But for serious, I’m pretty predictable. I wear my heart on my sleeve and it’s rare that he doesn’t know what I’m thinking because I have never been accused of being reticent. Just sayin’. I’m more of an external processor, see.
And since you’re probably dying to know, the chicken and dumplings were amazing.