Don't get me wrong, I am not "anti-men". I love men. I love my man. I think it's wonderful men can do stuff we women can't, or don't want, to do. I'm even of the "conservative" belief that both, men and women benefit from the institution of marriage. I know, crazy talk. Right?! I was born in the Midwest, raised in the Midwest, and currently reside in the Midwest. So, forgive me for believing marriage is preferable to "shacking up", and that divorce should be avoided if at all possible (yes, I agree in cases such as alcoholism, abuse, things of that nature, divorce is usually unavoidable... I'm not an idiot. I'm just from the Midwest). Oh, and to answer your question? Yes, I have been on an airplane, and yes, we do have indoor plumbing!
Okay, with the above mentioned statements being said, (hopefully to have gained your trust in my normalcy, and protected myself from being viewed as a male bashing feminist) I feel I can continue on with my thoughts on men...
What is it with these men?! I mean seriously!? They claim not to understand us women. Hello! We are the ones with the communication skills. We are the ones who are doing the talking. We are the ones begging to spend more time with them. We are the ones sharing our thoughts and feelings with them. What in the hell do they NOT understand about us?! Oh yeah, I forgot... they can't hear what we are saying if they don't listen! Holy Hairy Jumping Shit balls! What a novel idea. They could LISTEN to us! Actually, you know what? I am hoping and praying that it is just them not listening that's the problem. God forbid my man listens to me, but chooses instead to just ignore what hears! The fury, out of my body, that this realization would release upon him, would make even Lorainea Bobbitt cringe! (a bit of an exaggeration, but you get my point).
So, this is what happened this morning to get me all "riled up" with Tom. Oh, and remember, I'm not even super pissed at him. Only miffed. Like, he doesn't even know he upset me. If I learned anything in 7.5 years of marriage, it's when to throw a "bitch fit" and when to just let it go. Anyway, the first conversation started last night on the way to our daughters basketball game, he asked "So, what did you do today, did you have a good day?" I thought it was nice of him to ask (as the prior 30 minutes of conversation was spent talking about his day at work... it had been a tough day for him) so I listed what I had accomplished during the day and mentioned, very apprehensively, I had started a blog. He made a face. The look was part surprise, part disbelief, but mostly is was the look of "What are you writing on that blog? Will our friends and family see the blog, and more importantly, why the hell would you waste time writing on a blog when I'm busting my ass at work to make a living." He does have a point. I must admit, the laundry desperately needs to be done. I'm thinking he may currently be wearing his last pair of clean undies. Also, there are about five rooms in my house right now that need to be cleaned. Oops! What he actually says is "Oh, a blog, huh, so, what did you start a blog for?" I quickly responded "Well, I really like to write and all, so I thought maybe "blogging" would be a good place to start. It's nothing major, just my random thoughts and stuff like that. It was just like a page or so in length... if even that long." I added, "I'll email you the link, so you can read it." He said "Yeah, okay, that would be good." Then the subject was dropped. We head down the road to the game, our team wins, and all is fine for the rest of the evening. Great.
This morning, my husband is standing near me in the kitchen. He has just said "Oh good, I hear the washing machine running! Today will be a cleaning day." I said "Yeah, this morning my plan is to flip loads of laundry, while writing my blog." He responds, "Okay, I'm just waiting on Sarah to get dressed and then we are heading to the car wash. I have to get both trucks cleaned inside and out today. I absolutely can't stand it anymore. I just have to get this done right now." He said this like someone was going to try and stop him from getting the trucks cleaned. Like I give a shit if he cleans the trucks now or later? Seriously?! I say "Great honey, sounds like a plan. Hey, do you wanna read that blog I wrote yesterday while your waiting for Sarah?" This is when he walks over and stands near me (and my laptop) in the kitchen. So I pull up "Blogger" and he's just standing there. He is not really close enough to actually read anything on my laptop. He doesn't seem interested? So, I start to read it to him. As I am reading, he takes a few steps over to the counter and begins looking through the mail. At this point I stop and say "Never mind, you're busy, you can read it later." he says "No, I'm listening, go ahead." I continue where I left off, as he continues going through the mail. Then, as I am mid-sentence, he hollers to the other room, "Sarah, hurry up, we got to get going." Seriously, I was mid-sentence and only about half of the way done reading the blog! She comes in the kitchen and states that she cannot find her tights. Tom tells her to just put on a pair of jeans. Sarah has no clean jeans. They are in the washer. Damn! I get up to help her find something to wear, and I notice Tom is reading over my business paperwork that was lying with the mail. He was so totally NOT listening to what I was reading! I put a clean skirt and tall warm boots on her. At this point, Tom is now standing at the door to the garage with his hand on the doorknob, waiting for us to be done so he and Sarah can leave. I grab a jacket, and put it on her as he is opening the door to walk out. At this point I am miffed. I say to him "Maybe someday, when I become a published author, you'll decide to read my shit." He said, "I'll read it later, I just got to get going right now."
Maybe I'm over reacting. Maybe not. All I want is for him to listen to me. Participate in my life. Am I really asking for too much? Wouldn't one be apt to believe that a spouse, out of love and respect, would have an interest in the things that matter most to their partner. I felt like he didn't even care. Like taking 5 minutes out of his life to hear what I wrote was really just too much for him to give me.
I love my husband. He says he loves me as well, and I believe him. So, what is it with these men!? I mean seriously!?
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