I had a dream the other night that my wife was my mother. Not in any sorta oedipal sense, but just that the person to whom I was married was playing the role of my parent…
Specifically, she was admonishing me for smoking when I’m supposed to be quitting. Which I am. Except for bumming a cigarette every now and then from coworkers.
Thing is, she feels like she is in competition with my mother, for some unfathomable reason… they live on opposite coasts of the US, and we seldom communicate with dear old Mom more often than once a month.
But her mother-in-law is coming out it about a month for a week visit. To see the new baby. Who isn’t born yet, but will be any day now.
So if Mrs. Bughunter learns that I have had such a dream, I’d be on the receiving end of relentless psychoanalysis and angst-filled sobbing rants… you parents know how those hormone-fueled emotional binges reach a crescendo at term.
So that dream is going down on the list of “Things That Will Remain Unsaid.”
So, husbands, wives, and life partners… what else goes on our collective list?
I just have to post in this thread so that when Mr. Athena does his twice-monthly search on all the posts I’ve made, he’ll find that I’ve posted here and have a heart attack.
After 18+ years (16 of which were in legal wedlock) together, we’ve determined that there isn’t much we can’t tell each other. However, we can’t talk about religion without getting VERY angry with each other.
I am horrible at keeping secrets. I plan all types of outings for us to do and if he gets even remotely wind of it, he digs it out of me. So it’s pretty much pointless for me to try to keep anything from him. Either that or with a single hint, he can guess out of the blue what it is we are going to do and when. (I really HATE that about him.)
It would be interesting to find out if he keeps anything from me though. Come on sweetie fess up!!!
Your wife is about to have a baby and you think she gives a tinker’s damn about your dreams? No way - your dreams are the last of her concerns right now, and after the baby’s born your dreams will be even lower on her list of things to fret about.
Um, yeah, when I was younger and not as mature, I took it personally. But we have found some common ground, and we stay on that.
In the past, there have been some “unfortunate incidents” at work that were my fault and didn’t tell her about it at the time. I would tell her later, though. Fortunately, that hasn’t happened for a long time now.
I don’t tell my husband how many sexual partners I’ve had before him (he once told me it would “kill” him to know - so I don’t tell him he’s a bit of a drama queen either) and I don’t tell him I just farted or need to.
I’ve had girlfriends with whom “does this make me look fat?” had no right answer. It used to drive me crazy – why ask for my opinion if you’re going to argue with my answer?
With Mrs. Giraffe, I just say “really fat!” on the rare occasions she asks, and she’ll either laugh or knock me down. Or both. (Mrs. Giraffe is a hottie, so I find it far more effective to reassure her with mockery than with actual reassurances.)
He likes to pretend there were none. He feels like we should just pretend our romantic life started when we met - never mind that he was 28 and I was 31.
BTW, it was quite a bit more than 10. Not that he has any idea.
