I didnâ€™t meet my husband until he was at the ripe old age of 38. Up until that point he had â€œSOMEHOWâ€ managed (without my incessant prodding, reminding and NAGGING) to secure a job, an apartment and get even get dressed every morning. And yet after 13 years of marriage, this once COMPLETELY self-sufficient individual (did I mention he went through medical school, internship, residency and fellowship without a mere nudge from anyone) truly needs to wait for me to remind him what to do. And â€¦ I HATE IT!
I abhor being perceived (especially when in earshot of my kids) as â€œThe Shrewâ€ — the bad cop — the one who is always barking out my Honey-Do list and why the hell do I even need to draft up a Honey-Do list in the first place? Clearly this guy was able to successfully navigate life pre marriage and kids, so why do I always need to be the voice in his ear reminding him of the stuff that needs to get done?
My thoughts â€¦ if I just let fly — NOTHING would happen, and I really mean absolutely nothing. The leak that is threatening to cave in our roof would do just that; the roof would cave in.
But maybe thatâ€™s the best possible way to handle things so as not to appear shrewish in the eyes of onlookers, aka my kids. Although we live in the same house and I suspect experience the same surroundings, for some strange reason, my husband rarely picks up on stuff that needs to be done. (I know — heâ€™s a smart guy working a seamless clueless cover.) Perhaps if I let said roof cave in, and teach my husband a lesson, next time he sees a leak in the roof he just might of his own volition use his trusty index finger to CALL a roofer. The only issue on my part I that I really donâ€™t want to sit in a pool of waterâ€¦
Are you too the shrew to your husbandâ€™s innocent â€œIâ€™m just standing here I donâ€™t know what Iâ€™m supposed to be doing unless someone hands me a Honey-Do listâ€ counterpart?