My husband is scary smart. Photographic memory, intellectually inclined anyway, and just really kind of all around brilliant. He’s way smarter than I am about all kinds of things – but I kick his butt on emotional issues. I’m a talker, a communicator – there’s little I like more than just analyzing the emotional ramifications of a situation, and anytime we’re in any kind of emotional crossroads, I can inevitably win the argument just because I can talk faster and with more confidence. Emotions don’t scare me – I’m good at them. Marc is confused by the complexities that having three pre-teen girls, an ex wife, and a wife present to him. I think he frequently feels baffled and confused by the emotional ups and downs. We’re not in a state of conflict right now, not really, but we are in a bit of quagmire over some issues with the kids, and I think I may have broken him. I argued my point incessently (not because I want to beat him up with it, but because if something is bothering me, I have to talk it out until it’s resolved or it makes me insane), until finally he begged for a break. Then he was all quiet and looked a little nauseated and shortly after, he left (about a half hour early) to go pick up the girls from school.
I have to remember to not do that in the future. Either that, or do a better job of arguing both sides (which I normally do). On this particular issue, I’m pretty hard core convinced I’m right, so it’s tough to see his side, but I really have to try. If for no other reason than because it’s kind of scary to see my husband at a loss for words.
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