This is a never ending discussion in our home. Inquiring minds what to know, but I often grow weary of trying to explain things on a continuous basis.
“Why do I have to put things back where you want them?”
“Why are you always criticizing me?”
“Why are you always putting me down?”
“Why do you always have to control everything?”
“Why can’t I ask questions?”
“Why does Hawaii have interstate highways?”
Yes, it becomes tiresome.
Tomorrow is our twenty-first anniversary. I am not feeling well, so I told my hubby that we aren’t going to ‘celebrate’ tomorrow as I probably won’t enjoy it. I have shingles, am lethargic, ache all over, itch in many areas, am nauseous and have no appetite.
I wonder if I can continue this final symptom on a regular basis.
Over the last twenty some years Steve seems incapable of remembering where things go in our home. He will take an item out, and then return it to a totally different place, if not a totally different room. The reason I ask him to put it back where it had been is so the rest of us can find it.
According to Steve, it shouldn’t matter. "My god, who cares, what does it matter?"
As far as ‘criticizing’, I simply ask that he not wear a red plaid shirt with green slacks. I try to form my ‘opinion’ as a suggestion, and offer an different shirt if possible. “Sweetie, you might want to wear this with those slacks. The total effect of your outfit would be more pleasing overall.”
To which I will receive a reply along the lines of “But EVERYBODY puts red and green together for Christmas!” This spoken by The Hubster on the third of March.
As to the putting down of said spouse, I merely ask him to stop trying to guess whether or not I want action on his behalf. If I wonder out loud about the weather for our son’s baseball game, Steve will jump up and ask if I want him to put raincoat / umbrella / sunscreen / sunglasses / parka /gloves / cap / blankets / binoculars / coffee thermos / ice chest into my car for me.
“Ummm, no Sweetie. I was just going to check my weather app for projected conditions over the next few hours. I was just thinking out loud. I wasn’t asking you to do anything.”
Responds He, “Well, I can’t tell if you were hinting something or not. You said that I am supposed to ask if I don’t understand!”
“But Steve, ever since I realized that you had Asperger’s Syndrome, I’ve told you that I would NOT hint anything. I said that I would just ask you straight out. I’ve said this almost every day to you for the last ten years!”
“Well, I don’t understand! I've read that women always hint and that men don’t understand!” His vocalized frustration is apparent.
“Sweetheart, I promise you that I will not hint to you. Scout’s honor.”
Now Steve is truly agitated. “You aren’t a Scout!” he thunders. “Why are you lying? You are trying to control me! You won’t let me ask questions!”
The interstate question is actually mine. I have wondered how a state that is completely isolated by water from every other state in the union can have ‘interstate’ highways. Wouldn’t they be ‘intra-state’?
And why is Honolulu misspelled on the Hawaiian Interstate Highway map?
Now THAT is a good question, lol.