In my marriage, I volunteered to do lots of things that I never did. Not in a timely fashion, at least.
HER: “We need to make an appointment with our tax guy.”
ME: “I’ll call him this week.”
HER: “One of our sprinkler heads is broken, and the grass in our front yard is turning brown.”
ME: “No problem. I’ll replace it this weekend.”
HER: “Can you help me upload the photos on my camera to the cloud? I can’t figure it out.”
ME: “Sure. Just leave your camera on my dresser and I’ll take care of it for you.”
If you’ve been married more than a month, you know what’s coming next.
Oh, it might not come for a week or two, but it’s coming.
“Did you call our tax guy?”
“Did you fix the sprinkler?”
“Can I have my camera back?”
Far too often, instead of owning it like a man, I stuttered and stammered my way into deeper
“Uhhh, let me think … tax guy … did I make that call? Hmmm. I remember I was going to. Oh
wait, that’s right, I was about to call him and set up our appointment when I got called into a
meeting. Crap! I’ll do it this week.”
“This week?! It should have been done months ago. Why didn’t you call him last week like you
said you would?! Aauuugh!”
“I didn’t have time.”
[Sound of my parachute not opening]
Here’s what “I didn’t have time” really means and what every frustrated woman hears in that
“I don’t really care that you lose sleep at night worrying about our taxes. I don’t really care that our front yard is ugly and embarrasses you. I don’t really care that you’re stressed out and fearful we might lose the family photos from our summer vacation. What matters to you doesn’t matter to me. You don’t matter to me. I have lots …read more