One of my very nearest and dearest friends is going through a terrible time right now. Her husband…and I use the term loosely… has broken her heart along with just about every single wedding vow he willingly took twenty plus years ago. I hate liars! I absolutely cannot stand a good liar. Please, if you are so over being married, then just man up and say so. Then, move along little doggie. But no! This guy has to make sure he leaves a path of emotional destruction behind him. Kind of like King Kong. Only the monkey actually had a heart.
Anyway, my friend has a heart the size of Outer Mongolia. She is sweet and kind, loving and forgiving. We are extreme opposites. Over the last year, as this horrific melodrama has unfolded, much like a rabid bat unfolding it’s putrid wings just before it swoops down and sinks it’s yellow fangs into your unsuspecting neck, (sorry, I digress) my friend has come to me for advice. This was her first mistake.
Now, in my defense, I can say that if I am nothing else, I am definitely consistent. My advice over the last year has remained steadfastly unchanged. I have sincerely and honestly given her the absolute best advice possible. Remember, I have been happily married …to the same guy, even … for almost thirty-four years. I must know something, right?
So, this morning I was a bit shocked by my husbands flippant attitude towards me. I was really mad at him last week for … well, I have no idea why anymore, but I know it was with good reason. And it just so happens the day that I was so mad at him, I drove his beloved diesel truck to the city. And I accidentally scraped the side on our gate as I was leaving the farm. And I immediately confessed it that night when he got home. And he forgave me. For the scrape. Not the fight. Because that was HIS fault. Whatever it was about.
Anyway, so this morning, we were all cuddly in bed, talking sweet and stuff. Never mind. We were talking. And I said I had been worried that he was going to think I scraped the truck on purpose because I was mad at him. And he said, “ You would never do something like that. You’re not that kind of person. You’d always tell me the truth.”
That’s when I cuddled a little more remembering why I like this guy so much.
Then he said, “ That or you’d just throw all my clothes and guitars on the front lawn and invite the neighbors over for a bonfire.”
Consistent and time-proven advice. It’s free … and worth every penny.