This…will be one of those times that I’ll avoid having The Husband read what I’ve written. Not that he ever really does but, that’s a story for another day.
I’ve previously shared about how we’re two Virgos, always competing to be in the driver’s seat. He can do anything I can do better, , and vice versa. Trust me, it ain’t pretty!
Call it a “knack”, call it a curse, but I constantly initiate marital warfare by interrupting him, usually three words into any given comment he attempts to make. Understand that, after all of these years together, I can easily anticipate what he’s going to say; it’s like me being the engine and he’s the caboose, way, way, back on the tracks, just along for the ride.
My excuse for the conflict is being a writer and I think anyone else who delves into the same will agree. Our minds are always focused on putting every thought, idea, and a motherload of memories down on the screen in front of us, or on some notepad. Not necessarily a bad thing, right?
Example: Enter The Husband, as in most daily scenarios, having just watched a marathon of history shows on the telly, and the conversation begins with…”Did you know that Lake Mead….” and I jump right in and exclaim “yes, it’s over 200 miles wide and more than 100 miles long!” That…is followed by “will you let me finish the damn sentence!!” I smirk to myself and walk away. My bad.
I don’t think it’s necessarily a bad thing to have one’s mind working at a fair rate of speed, especially during these later years of life. Of course, as long as the mental engine operates on all eight cylinders of course. Yes, I said cylinders. Powered by gas, not some stator wrapped tightly with copper wires which the alternating current coming from the inverter runs through, otherwise known as what makes up an EV along with all of its chronic problems.
Sorry, I regressed there for a moment. I do despise EV’s, though.
When all is said and done, I’d surmise that The Husband would appreciate finishing his comment before I barrel ass into the discussion. That…would involve me turning off my mind, kind of like turning down the gas under a boiling pot of something. Issue is, that lid will come off eventually, having allowed plenty of time for my brain to produce an energetic rebuttal.
I’ll give it some thought but I’m not making any promises.
From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop: Tell us about a habit or trait your spouse would love to see improved in you.
