The differences between my husband and myself are ones that after fourteen years of marriage can still be seen. At least by us. There has been a meshing of sorts with some of them but some just will not break down and come together.
When we built our home a few years ago I found out my husband wasn’t a fan of curtains. (Or tree lines to block the winter storms.) He likes his wide open spaces and clear views of the world outside. He prefers to be outdoors as well. Now I’m a little different creature. I like to close my blinds at night and keep the happenings of the interior of my home to my family.
He won the battle of no curtains or blinds except for in the bedrooms. I can appreciate his perception and why the man I married is the way he is. I even recently moved my sewing machine to the room where I get the best view of the sunset and my memory flower garden. He has rubbed off on me folks, it just doesn’t always show! 🙂
But he only won the battle for six years. After my recent experience I think he can understand why I have him measuring the large front window and I’m shopping for just the right blinds for them. Is this a drastic move? No I don’t think so, I think it’s a compromise for the sake of our marriage. Both sides willing to give in and mesh together. I won’t have them shut during the day, he won’t keep them open when we go to bed.
The experience I’ve mentioned but not totally explained is one that doesn’t have me running to the therapist or wigging out in front of our daughter. But it does have me putting things in place that make me, my family, and perhaps even others more comfortable in our home.
As the outside world becomes dark I find myself taking double glances and looking behind me as I walk through my own home. I listen more acutely to the sounds being made and keep my families whereabouts in check. I wasn’t a slacker to begin with in these areas but I am more on point now.
With each passing day I am better. With each passing day I find myself thinking less about what happened and more about what is in front of me. I’m continuing my process and I appreciate the fact that my spouse is allowing me to find my “comfort zone” even when he may not like it.
Until next time.