I Must Confess…an open letter to my husband
An open letter to my husband, Nathan.
My love, we will be celebrating 15 years of marriage this year. Apparently that warrants crystal or a watch depending on whether you conform to the traditional or modern list of anniversary gifts.
Just so you know, I’ll be happy to accept both.
Now I do love you and the life we have created together. Please never doubt that. However there are a few things that have been troubling me over the years and I feel that it’s finally time to come clean. I welcome you to share your own concerns with me too – I know I have a tendency to not refuel the car and to fall asleep when watching movies and to talk too much and to not pay enough attention at times, among a host of other faults.
Just don’t forget I’ll be happy to accept either crystal or watches for our anniversary. Or even as a token of apology.
First up. I hate it when you tell me how to drive and then you point out that I have the shits after you’ve told me how to drive when I’m doing my best to hide that fact that I do indeed have the shits with you. Yes, I am annoyed at being told what to do. I have been driving a whole lot longer than you and I don’t think I’m all that bad. Thank you for pointing out my tendency to speed and your advice to keep away from the lunatic car in front. For the record I have eyes and I know what I’m doing, even if you don’t believe me.
Second. I don’t understand why you can’t follow up and put things in the bin. Classic example is the empty toilet roll in our toilet that seems to always end up ON TOP of the bin. I fail to see why you can’t follow up your admirable attempt at changing the roll (thanks for that) and take that last step to open the bin. It sort of defeats the purpose having the used roll just sitting on top there. To he honest, it’s got to be as much work making it balance there as it would be to open the damn lid and drop it in the bin in the first place. Where it belongs.
Ditto for putting the popcorn bag in the bin. Thanks.
Third. I do hesitate to make this accusation but you never clean the sandwich maker after using it. Again, it’s not a huge ask to give it a little wipe once you are done. I know its hot and could burn your delicate flesh but just leaving it open on the bench with dried up cheese crusted to the plates is not helpful. And while you claim you are waiting for it to cool down before cleaning it up I always seem to be the one to clean it and put it away. Coincidence? I think not.
Fourth. This is hard to say but I really hate it when you are right. And you are right nearly all of the time. How is that possible? Kudos to you for not turning into a complete smug bastard over the years but HOW do you do it? Can you maybe consider not being right a few times in future just to give a boost to my own self-esteem? I know it might be a tough ask but it would really make it easier for me to resent your “rightness’ less and love you even more.
Wow. It feels good to get those little irritations off my chest. All in all there is not a lot to complain about when you think about it.
Although I do wonder how long your reply to me will be…
BTW how do you like your crystal and watches?
Your loving wife,
What’s the most annoying thing that your partner does (or has done?)
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