I had an epiphany today.
It was lunchtime and Hubby was out with the boys. He called for our order and as usual, came home with way more than I’d asked for, including a cup of chili.
I wrinkled my nose. “Chili? Why?”
He looked surprised. “You love chili, so I wanted to get something that would make you happy.”
I groaned. “Yeah, but I ate so much yesterday and I feel so bloated and…” You know, blah, blah, blah.
That’s when he got annoyed.
“You know, I always try to do nice things for you even when you bitch and complain. Would you even think about getting me a new flavor of Vitamin Water if you saw it, just because you know how much I love it?”
Hmmm, maybe, maybe not. He’s very committed to XXX. By the way, that’s a FLAVOR, not a really perverted type of porn.
And then it dawned on me. I’m like the annoying and self-absorbed heroines in romance novels. The ones who never recognize the sweetness and sincerity in their hero’s actions and get caught up in their own hang-ups that they can’t see beyond their noses.
I can’t stand those girls. They grate on my nerves. I always wonder why the guys fall all over themselves to change the girls’ views of them. WHY??? Because that’s our fantasy! To have men who enable us to be bitchy and illogical and unreasonable and overly emotional…BUT LOVE US AND ACCEPT US ANYWAY!
Well, okay, I’m generalizing here. But it sure works for me!