Monday Random: compromise

A reprise of a Monday Random post from 2017, which applies directly to the wounds of this past weekend, real and imagined, and no, I will not explain that right now. Thank you for reading.

Are You Thrilled

• I make my husband happy when I don’t talk during the news even if something makes me want to monologue
• He makes me happy when he watches one of my old movies and doesn’t complain about the sound or the lame sets
• I go to every Star Trek movie, sometimes on opening night
• At some point he stopped saying things about my family that were sore spots
• He went to the church I picked
• I make pizza ten times more often than I’d ever eat it, and I learned how to make pizza crust like a New Yorker
• I learned how to make cheesecake like a New Yorker though I could go the rest of my life without eating it
• He’d rather the mayo not touch the cheese on a sandwich, and I respect that
• He reads all my manuscripts and gives honest feedback
• I’ve been going through menopause for…

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Negotiations

He threatened to stuff socks into my mouth when I felt sorry for myself, and I couldn’t blame him I suppose. I was tired of hearing it as well, each step of our descent I was responsible for. I didn’t mind the verbal sparring. I won most times anyway. But, when it came down to love or not, I was walking over coals, and upon this he called me a martyr.

A compromise took some work, but it was worth it. Still, I am not sharing my chocolate. I do have some principles. In time, we struck a deal–that I wouldn’t talk during Star Trek, and he will stop sneaking up on me when I type.

Each trade-off became enough to live with in light of the whole shebang. The many tenderness’s were the prize for learning how to give before taking.

outside, a bulldog
takes charge of his new yard
the robins scold him

Monday Random: compromise

• I make my husband happy when I don’t talk during the news even if something makes me want to monologue
• He makes me happy when he watches one of my old movies and doesn’t complain about the sound or the lame sets
• I go to every Star Trek movie, sometimes on opening night
• At some point he stopped saying things about my family that were sore spots
• He went to the church I picked
• I make pizza ten times more often than I’d ever eat it, and I learned how to make pizza crust like a New Yorker
• I learned how to make cheesecake like a New Yorker though I could go the rest of my life without eating it
• He’d rather the mayo not touch the cheese on a sandwich, and I respect that
• He reads all my manuscripts and gives honest feedback
• I’ve been going through menopause for ten years. Not done yet.
• I know, TMI. But I’ll never lie to you.