I
want to preface this article by saying that my wife is a wonderful woman. The very fact she has remained with me is
nothing short of a miracle. I’m an idiot
– an erudite and charming, not to mention handsome idiot but one nevertheless. However, I think I’m standing on some firm
ground when I say that there are some issues I must point out about my wife in
particular. Let me be clear, there are
plenty of silly things about men but this is about my lovely bride. I don’t understand her.
First
of all, she is very busy. I’m not
speaking of work. I’m speaking of time
at the casa. She is buzzing around the
house like a Messerschmitt and she makes me nervous. I try and tell her to sit down and relax but
she continues. She does it so much, she
makes me self-conscious about sitting down.
Now, I will ask her if I can help and she will clearly and succinctly
say “no.” However, the way she says it
suggests that “no” is not an acceptable answer for me to take at face
value. I try to help despite her initial
answer and we begin snipping at one another like we are kids. What began the tiff? Me feeling guilty, her not alleviating my
guilt and ultimately, the two of us getting into one another’s way. To make it worst, we are intelligent
individuals. We are both college
educated. We both have masters (though,
to be fair, mine was more challenging).
Still, we end up acting like children.
Secondly,
the way we process information is so different, it is amazing we are able to
make any decision. Our current decision
we are wrangling with is whether I should pursue a doctorate degree. I want to pursue the doctorate for purely
altruistic reasons however, I’m not so dense as not to see that more was needed
in my argument. Therefore, I brought up
the increase in salary (sadly, a doctorate does not earn one that much more in
the teaching profession). I brought up
the increase in prestige. I also
mentioned that the jobs I could qualify to do would increase
exponentially. Sure there is a cost but
more education is never a bad thing, right?
The major complication is our consideration of starting a family in the
not-too-distant future.
My
wife began her side of the discussion by saying that she did not want to stand
in the way of my dreams and she wanted to support me as much as possible. At this point of the argument, somewhere in
the deepest recesses of my mind, there is another shoe to drop but I brush it
aside and think, “Hey, she is with me on this one.” However, the “but” does arrive with concerns
of dealing with a new-born child alone and the amount of work that would fall
upon her. She is worried that she might
resent me and my jaunting off to college to learn the intricacies of 20th-century
nationalistic movements in Asia and Africa.
Despite the worthiness of my pursuits, I’m flummoxed as to what to
do. My wife has brilliantly spelled out
her wishes for me and her reservations.
Yet, her well-balanced argument has left me wondering what I’ve been
allowed to do.
Lastly,
beyond the use of guilt and the circuitous thinking, she has a knack of
removing an argument from my concerns to that of others. A couple of years ago, I caved and bought a
cell phone. I did not want to do it but
there you go. I now feel empowered to
get rid of mine once and for all – in a ceremony, officiated by a priest,
complete with a hammer and then some fire.
For a little irony, we will record it and put it on YouTube. I never wanted a phone and have no use for it
now but my wife suggests that to do so would be a large imposition on my friends
and her. What I thought was a stance of
self-determination and self-actualization on my part has turned into a thoughtless
and selfish gesture after speaking to my wife.
She is so adamant, I’m starting to doubt myself but wait…I’m a grown
man. I was making my own decisions for
years before I met her. Surely I can do
this on my own. Yet, in one conversation
after another, I’m beginning to wonder.
Above
it all is the creeping thought that she might be right after all, I just don’t
understand why. It is like being at a
party and hearing people talk and laugh about something of which you have no
idea. We’ve been married for nearly a
decade now. People at the wedding
probably thought it would never last.
However, despite the fact that she’s from Venus and I’m from Mars, or
whatever, we make it work. So, in the
confusion of our conversations and discussions sometimes, perhaps it does not
matter because we are so good together.
However, I’m still pretty sure I’m right. I just have to figure out how.