jianantonic | (no subject)

"If it's important to you..." has got to be one of the most infuriating phrases in the English language.

Okay, I'm very lucky to have a husband who makes my wishes a priority. In my opinion, I have the best husband that has ever lived. I've stated publicly before that I used to wonder when he would drop the perfect man act and stop trying to impress me, until I realized that (gag) he actually is the perfect man.

Well, almost. There's this discussion we've been having lately. I want a certain behavior out of McKenzie. Well, I want him to stop a certain behavior, rather, because I think it's somewhat, er, unethical is the best word I can come up with for it at the moment. He's willing to cease the behavior, because it's important to me, but he's unable to see it the way I see it, which is "wrong." I know I can't make him feel a certain way, but I feel like logic certainly makes it clear, and he even concedes this point, admits a double standard in his own head, and goes right on not feeling like it's wrong. In such a situation, the behavior itself is a moot point, because it's the emotion behind it that matters to me, upsets me. So while it's nice that he's willing to make a sacrifice to ease my mind, it stings that it's a sacrifice to him, and not something he decides on his own.

The thing is, this thing, it's not even a big deal, really. But the fact that we don't see eye to eye on it has turned it into a big deal. I know I'm blowing the situation out of proportion, and I know I'm certainly not the perfect wife for posting about it in a blog, but that's just how I work. When something gets to me, something about putting it on the internet soothes me. Blogging is my Prozac. I would have been a real nutjob if I'd been born a century sooner. That's not to say I'm not a total nutjob now, but I can at least function in society. And by society I mean other people who live their lives from behind a computer screen...

Peace.