How Do I Resent Thee?
I resent people telling me things I’ve known since I was four. Wait, that was a lie. I resent my husband telling me things I’ve known since I was four:
Kangaroos originate from Australia
Chocolate comes from cacao beans
The sky’s color is a reflection of the sea.
When he tells me little facts like these, it hurts, offends, and angers me. My brain fills with all kinds of unkind thoughts. Sometimes they spurt out my mouth. Like, “If I’m such an idiot, why did you marry me?”
It’s Not About MeI know it’s not about me. He doesn’t think I’m stupid. He has a teaching gift, and needs to explain things, or he’ll burst. I’m handy, so he explains to me. It never occurs to him that I may already know that it’s the man who determines the gender of a child, or that it’s against the law to marry your first cousin.
Someday I’ll Grow upSomeday I’ll grow up, and get over my touchiness. Or perhaps Kevin will find a friend he can explain all these little tidbits to, who won’t resent them (that’s my preference, but the Lord doesn't alwys do things the way I'd prefer). It’s certainly not worth ruining our marriage over.
What I Do Love to HearWhat I do love to hear is writing and/or time management advice that works for you. Agent Chip MacGregor had some excellent posts about this topic recently, and they got me to thinking about you. I’d love to hear your best writing/time management advice. Because I’m not married to you, I promise I won’t be offended if I’ve already heard it a dozen times, or if I’m currently using it.
And did you know that a cat’s brain is the size of a pea? Which explains why dogs are smarter than cats.