Many of you follow my husband's blog , so I don't have to tell you that he's a funny guy. His blog today about the Man Shed was particularly funny to me, especially when he commented on my subtle hints when he spends too much time in his shed. He is a good man and a wonderful husband to me, even when I'm all Lifetime televisioned up with the drama. And I know that he needs his space, on most days I'm glad he has a place to go and unwind. One of the things about John is that he is very good at articulating his feelings, I mean for a man, and he has helped me in that area as well. I was married to a really needy man before and John is anything but that. My ex couldn't do anything with out consulting with me first. When I married John, I mistook his manly ways for aloofness. I felt that since he wasn't following me everywhere, that he must not love me. When in fact he loves me enough to let me become the person that I want to be. He encourages me to do theatre projects,the variety show I do in the summer, even if it's a logistics nightmare with all of our kids, he encourages me to explore my artistic talents and he's proud of me when I do my thing.
When I fell in love with John, I had never experienced a mature love before, not one that was based on respect and mutual admiration. I was in a very broken marriage and so I spent the greater part of the first half of my marriage to John, second guessing him and waiting for the other shoe to fall. I spent a lot of time and money on therapy trying to heal some of my brokenness so that I wouldn't lose this second chance that I'd been given.
The man is infinitely more patient with me than I am with him. When I talk to him about something that's bothering me, he doesn't get defensive, he listens before he talks (unlike his wife!) We have only been married for four years, but I can't imagine being married to anyone else. I feel like we've been together forever. That's the way it should be. I'm a lucky woman.