“I seek the truth even when it is a hard truth; I speak true words or stand in silence; and I defend the truth from those who do not honor it.” - The Nine Noble Virtues, #9
This is a quickie, but it leapt to mind in light of the most recent article (“Boys Vs. Girls”).
One of the things I have always valued very highly about my relationship with Husbandmouth is the high premium we have placed on communicating honestly with each other, specifically when asking each other our opinions or beliefs about something. This has, among many other things, made HM an excellent and trustworthy resource for checking my own behavior, which is, given my pseudonym, highly improvable (“was I a gigantic bitch to her just now or did she have that 100% coming,” “should I have maybe not threatened to dedicate the rest of my life and every resource I have to destroying him utterly as a physical and spiritual entity”), but also things like the quality of my written work or a line of thinking one of us has about a moral or philosophical conundrum we’re pondering.
I am one of those women who will earnestly ask her husband if this dress makes me look fat and actually want to know the answer. I want to a) not delude myself, b) want him to actually like what he sees, and c) actually look good going out and be able to correct it if I don’t.
If I don’t think I can handle the truth not swinging the way I hope it will, I just don’t ask. And probably vice versa for him.
Anyway, on a recent evening we were spending together, I randomly asked him, “Hey, I have a serious question that I promise isn’t a trap. OK?”
“Umm, okay.”
“Truly honestly: what’s the most important thing I could do these days to make myself more attractive to you?” The likely suspects that ran through my mind were you could lose just a little weight or you could wear makeup a little more often or something like that. I would have expected those, and I’d have taken them on the chin; after all, I asked.
After not too much time, he replied, “you could be more positive. I find you much more attractive when you’re happy.”
There you go. Presented without comment.
Have a good weekend.
Smart HusbandMouth
I find that to be true myself. We just went through building a new home, which due to Covid, asshole builder, supply chain, asshole builder, lazy workers, poor workmanship, did I mention asshole builder, TOOK US 19 months! It was the second worse ordeal of my life. I remember looking in the mirror and thinking when did I age so much, or why am I suddenly so ugly, or What in the hell happened to my face???!! Not to mention gaining 8 pounds. But now that it’s over, we’ve moved in and starting outside projects, I smile more often, feel better, and maybe look younger…….My partner told me over dinner tonight, “Hey, you look great, and happy!! (I pondered, was it the new hair color, or the 3 pounds I lost, or the cookies I made for dessert?!!). At any rate, I’m happy, and positive, and I agree with HusbandMouth!! Truly, I think the reason I’m so happy is after much persuasion, my 92 y/o mother is NOT getting a second booster. I won.