Ways My Wife “Negatively” Impacts Me
If you are married, you have probably had one of those spousal conversations where feelings just cannot be communicated honestly enough. This opens a door to hyperbole.
I really have developed a sense of dislike for Sundays. The reasons for which are of course either inane, asinine, perhaps even both.
My wife, in trying to get to the bottom of my Sunday Blues ended up with unintentional help from me, taking it upon herself to feel like it was her fault. She and I compartmentalize things very differently, and no matter how much I learn that about her, I never get it right.
One of the things we hashed out in the car about why I get so dissatisfied with Sundays, is that Sundays are rigid. She’s got plans and a schedule and heaven forbid the deviation from them. She has got a major strength in doing things like clockwork, she has discipline.
She has way more than me.
So here’s a list of ways my wife negatively affects my existence:
I don’t get to be lazy like I really want to be.
I can’t stay up late and nerd out with games every night like I did when I was single.
I can’t be haphazard with relationships.
I don’t get to throw caution into the wind.
I have to try.
She gave me a daughter that I have to step up for.
Then she gave me a son that I have to figure out how to be better than me.
In reality, the list reads like this:
I live with purpose.
I stay up late and get to replenish my mind, knowing that the people I love are here and safe while I keep watch.
I get to be intentional with my relationships.
I get to exercise wisdom and make sure I do what is right.
I get to do this life.
I have a beautiful little girl that thinks the world of me, and I get to prove it to her.
I have a son that I get to be a father for.
I have a lovely and beautiful wife that for some weird reason, decided I was the one.
Yeah, Sundays aren’t my favorite. It’s not the end of my world.
