Compromise in A Marriage = SUCCESS!
I’ve recently learned a lesson that I have to share with all of you ladies out there. It’s about compromise in a marriage and learning to live with the little quarks of the person you will now be spending the rest of your life with.
Last October when my now husband, Jonny P, and I were packing up his belongings to move in to our new house, I came across a rather odd find: a small booklet of directions for an electric skillet that he had. I threw it away.
A couple of days later, as we were unpacking, I found the SAME electric skillet directions booklet stuffed in an obscure dresser drawer. The SAME booklet I threw away just days before!
I asked him “why the heck do you feel the need to keep this??” Jonny P stated, “It’s the directions Bobbi, ” and then further clarified with, “It goes with the skillet.”
In looking over said skillet booklet, I made three discoveries:
1. It was NOT a warranty.
2. The skillet was $14.95
3. The booklet consisted of 10 pages (English and Spanish) of do and don’ts, precautions, and intense directions on use of the above noted electric skillet.
Completely dumbfounded, I ask Jonny P, “So, this electric skillet that you use 4-5 times per week … have you ever forgotten how to use it?” I clarified my question by immediately asking, “Have you ever been in the middle of using the skillet and stopped to get the directions?”
Jonny P replied with an appropriate, “Whatever Bobbi! You don’t even know!!” He then hissed at me and scampered away into the living room to sulk. I realized this was a habit of his. Saving the directions to appliances is just something he always does.
Yesterday morning, 11 months later, I discovered another booklet. This one was the directions for our toaster. It was stuffed under the muffin tins in a top kitchen cabinet shelf. Rather than throw it away or ask why he had saved this, I smiled and put it back where I found it. I found comfort in the fact that Jonny P cared enough about me to save the directions in case I ever forgot how to use the toaster. He must really like me.
Sometimes, ladies, the little things he does that you don’t understand … make you love him more.
Another example of this: Last night Jonny P and I decided to have tuna noodle helper. After eating, I took the dog out and asked Jonny P if he could put the leftovers in the fridge.
THIS is what I found in the fridge this morning.
I couldn’t help but smile. I especially like how it took my dear husband more time to rearrange the refrigerator than it would have to put the leftovers in Tupperware. Well done Jonny P. Well done.