Over the weekend a woman approached me at Meijer. As always, I braced myself for a verbal assault. Instead she told me how much she loved my column and how well she related to my life. But when my husband returned from the breakfast food aisle, she said, “And this must be Doo. I don’t know how you stand it, with her always ragging on you in a public forum. It must be terrible for you to live with her!” She was dead serious. We all kind of chuckled and then carried on with our separate shopping runs. But the encounter rattled me. Do all of my adoring fans think I hate my husband? Do you all feel we’re on the brink of divorce? Granted, he frustrates me often, and I still can’t understand why cleaning out the garage trumps putting dirty plates in the dishwasher, but truth be told, I like my husband. A lot. So in a departure from my normal “Doo is honking me off,” rant, I’m going to focus on just one of the many reasons why I love him.
Bottom line, Doo gets me. He embraces my crazy and understands that as irrationally as I can sometimes behave (particularly around the third week of the month), together we make an amazing partnership. “Wonder spouse power, activate!”
For example, just the other day we were trying to resolve a disagreement with a friend. My immediate response was to shy away from the conflict and allow the person to take advantage of me simply so I could avoid a confrontation. Doo went in the opposite direction, using every hyperbole he could dream up and numerous references to the People’s Court. While we were hashing out our distinctly different opinions, he was able to beef up my confidence so that I could take a stand, and I was able to back him off the litigation ledge. “Form of … a great team!”
This summer when we were traveling through North Africa and Turkey, every time I wanted to bag a new experience because I was anxious or tired or afraid of the indigenous snake population, Doo reminded me that this was a once-in-a-lifetime trip. (Also that if I did somehow manage to get myself bitten by a cobra, I would have an incredibly cool story to tell, assuming I survived.) He refused to allow me to miss any such opportunities.
So yes, I do love my husband, and I know that I am very lucky to have him in my life. I ask that you please remember this one column should you ever see us in the dairy section at Meijer. Peace out.