Most of the reason I’ve been conspicuously quiet the last few weeks is that our daughter got married mid-September. The weeks leading up to were wild, and the week or so after? I’ve been laying low recuperating and nursing a cold.
My daughter and husband very nearly drove me to drink. “Talk to your daughter.” “Talk to your dad.” were my stock responses. I swear the two of them couldn’t organize a sandwich without instruction. Me? I prolly could have pulled off the royal wedding given the proper time and resources. Back to point. This was my daughter’s wedding. Not mine. Not his. Hers.
He thought me silly for making her responsible for finding things out, oh like, the cost of this or that.
She thought I should play go between with the dad. Em, that would be a no go. Smile, they survived without me.
The only crisis of the day was not being able to find the ring bearer’s pants. We found the pants, but not his socks. A minor casualty in the grand scheme of things. He didn’t care about socks anyway.
Husband freaked a tiny bit when his boss called for the second time. Blank stare. Really? I told him to turn the phone off and let the man hang. It was our daughter’s wedding. Stupid manager guy knew that. No work crisis on wedding day. Husband didn’t argue. Huh?
He turned off the phone, put it in his pocket and we enjoyed the evening in peace. People you have no idea how monumental this is. He put work on hold. HUGE! This is the same man who almost made me come home on a train, by myself, after my mother died, because he was stressing about what his boss would say, do..ack. It is so remarkably wonderful, I can not begin to express.
It looks as if we’re getting closer to where we need to be. I gave him more closet space today. Don’t look at me like that.
We’ve had separate rooms because of his snoring for years. He had his own closet, and I had my two. They weren’t both filled with my clothes. There are extras for the grandkids, and my work uniforms. I moved the uniforms to my office closet and moved the rest of my stuff over so we aren’t so squished. I don’t share personal space happily. grin
He gave me a hug for my efforts and remarked that he knew how difficult it was. Change, the good sort, is afoot.
Chronicles of a Dying Marriage 