They’re beautiful aren’t they? Well, I deserved them. Ha!
I caught Hubby in a lie which then resulted in an argument. An argument that has been drawn out throughout our entire relationship.
We aren’t perfect, every couple argues…but honestly, we only argue about one thing.
Dip. Chewing tobacco. Yuck.
Early on in our relationship I learned that Hubby had done dip since high school. Apparently, his high school baseball coaches did it, and I guess inadvertently encouraged the players to do so too. Not to mention Hubby is also a native Texan, and chewing tobacco seems to be more widely accepted as a manly thing to do there.
Well, sorry…to this East Coast girl it’s on my top list of gross things to do.
I’ve been on his case ever since I found out, and every time we discuss it, he tells me he’s going to stop. First he was supposed to stop before we got married and I found out he hadn’t. Then he was supposed to stop when I got pregnant. He hadn’t. Then he was supposed to stop after we had Mabel. And this time, I thought he had.
Until yesterday afternoon.
I had seen the ‘flakes’ on the counter which he thought he had disposed of. Um, when is he going to learn that he can’t get anything past me??? So then I found his stash in a jacket pocket tucked into our closet. I didn’t really even have to look, I noticed the shirts we parted and looked like someone had recently been messing with them. Bam. Six cans….SIX CANS?! Ugh.
So I collected the cans, and put them in the trash and then went to give him the chance to come clean but he insisted he had no idea what I was talking about. I topped that by pulling out the cans. He had that look of, ‘she got me’.
We then had another discussion where I told him about how much it bothers me. I’m concerned he’s going to get cancer from already having done it for twelve years. I don’t want to be a widow in my 40’s or Mabel to not have a father. Okay, some of you might think this is extreme…but this stuff seriously happens. And what a silly way to die if you could have easily prevented it.
I didn’t talk to him for the rest of the evening.
Or today. I’m not sure how to get through to him how important it is to me that he stop. For Mabel. For me.
And then there came the doorbell. And by the time I got Mabel situated enough to go open the door…those beautiful flowers were waiting for me on the welcome mat with a card stating an apology.
And I’ll admit this is what saved him from another night of me not talking to him. He came home from work with a bashful smile…and my frustrations melted away. I can’t ever stay mad at him for long.
Now he just needs to stop doing chewing tobacco and we will never argue again.