Over the many years we've been together, Spoose has steadfastly refused to ask me about my day. Sometimes I will aggressively volunteer details, because if a spouse won't listen about sucky work stuff, who will? It's Spoose's JOB. I've asked why Spoose won't ask me how my day was (I ask about Spoose's day and listen to all the gory details. Because it's MY JOB.).
The answer? "I don't ask you how your day was, because you'll tell me. And it's just too boring."
Let's think for a minute. It's too boring to even hear about. But I HAD TO LIVE IT. The day that would kill someone with its narrative? I was there. It's my narrative! I'll spare you all the CAPS I really want to use in this post. But, srsly, folks. If merely hearing about my day would kill someone with its boringness, how do I still live?
