Guess what! A couple years ago—roughly two years into our marriage—I realized my husband was purposely goofing up the dishwasher loading and unloading so that I would quit asking him to do it! I know! Shocking, right? I still feel a chill of betrayal up my spine whenever I think about it.
What upsets me more is that it took me nearly two years to figure this out. It’s hard to tell if I’m madder at him or myself. No, scratch that; I choose to be mad at him.
It was around the time of this shocking discovery that I called it: the honeymoon was over.
But, wait a second. Sure we’d been married two years when I made this startling discovery, but in my defense we’d only lived under the same roof around a year, give or take a month for one training exercise or another.
Wait, can that be right? Married a year, under the same roof for six months, married two years, and living under the same roof for just one year? After a lot of counting on my fingers and a pretty substantial headache, I realized it was true, and the pattern rings true now that we’ve been married four years. You guessed it; under the same roof for about two years.
With this odd marriage timeline we’re following, I can’t help but wonder what else I don’t yet know about my husband. If we were forced onto one of those how well do you know your spouse game shows, I fear we might fail miserably since this is what I’m working with. He
- likes the color blue;
- hates tomatoes and meatloaf, but will eat food so spicy it brings tears to his eyes;
- wears size medium shirts (I have no idea what size shoe he wears);
- might have allergies (I really have no idea);
- gets cranky when he has to wear his “fancy” uniform; and
- forgets birthdays until 2-3 days prior.
As a military brat himself, he lived all over the place growing up, so I can barely keep all of his “homes” straight. In fact, when I met him, his parents were stationed in Okinawa. He originally failed to mention the “stationed” part and just told me his parents lived in Japan. It took me weeks to discover that he wasn’t the adopted son of a nice Japanese family.
So, I’ve come to terms with the fact that our relationship and our marriage may never be normal, but who cares! I’m not sure that the cookie cutter style really suits us anyway. I kind of like being a little different and overcoming challenges that others might never be able to understand.
In the long run I know we’ll be stronger individuals and we’ll have a stronger marriage because of the time that we’ve had to spend apart. And as far as learning all the specifics, we have our whole lives to figure out the details. It’s not like there’s going to be a test on Friday, so what’s the rush?
When we’re old and wrinkly, we’ll have plenty to talk about while my husband does the dishes—I’ve just decided that a lifetime of dishes will be his punishment for trying to skip out on the job in the early years of our marriage. We’ll be old, wrinkly, and still learning new things about each other, and that’s pretty awesome (minus the wrinkles)!